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Growing Up Tough

March 4, 2011
By Deshauna BRONZE, Rolling Fork, Mississippi
Deshauna BRONZE, Rolling Fork, Mississippi
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Most of you have it made.
I wish I did.
People just tell their mom what to do,
And they do it.
Let me tell you how I'm raised
(Something called tough love).
At a young age, I did things bad.
I was just a little child,
But I got whopped with extension cords and switches.
It just made me tougher.
During my preteen years,
I was beat by fists
Most of the time for no reason.
Now, I'm a teenager
Not spoiled
Don't get allowance
Hardly get money from my guardians
Barely have freedom
And share a bed with 2 of the baddest sisters ever
But, I don't complain
I still wear a smile saying
I'm glad to be growing up tough
Because if I wasn't
I wouldn't be the person I am now.


The author's comments:
This poem tells how im raised

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on Apr. 9 2011 at 10:31 am
kylahhhhhhhhhhhhhh BRONZE, Boise, Idaho
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i'm sorry, that made a few tears fall from my face... i hope you get out of that soon