Just got home from school on rainy day.
With my soul down because my pop’s was not around...

I go where There are unknown people throughout a strange home,

A home that I cannot call my own.

I see my sister cry porque mi padre is not around to sing her a lullaby .

why do I watch the good times roll by,

the pain inside is slowly killing whatever is left alive.

I feel the presence of the reaper telling me I am running out of time.

I do not know what else to do,

So I ask my big brother:

’’ What are we supposed to do? ‘’\

He said, “Suck it up”

and pray for something good to happen soon.

after a week or two

my momma came home with some great news.

saying that the familia can leave shelter soon,

just like that

for that one moment there was no more rain ,and pain.
only happiness.