I come from a place where

The weeds are a regular occurrence where nobody believes in  themselves and being a hotshot is more important than having a soul.

I come from a place where

Your heart grows cold because of the abandoned love, the system playing on your last thread, and the world’s designed to be against you.

I come from a mother who

Would never let me fall, who I would give my all to, and take care of her for the rest of her life.

I come from no self-esteem,

Never having any confidence, slowly fading into depression.

I come from a father who

Was never there, almost as if he never cared. Coming to see me? He never dared.

I come from
Hurt in the worst possible ways

I come from
Just trying to get through my days.

I come from
Clearing my beautiful, blue skies

Time to shine                                                  let’s go