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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Dodging rain drops so I didn't slip in the storm was my dancing lessons No torch on a road of darkness I picked up a pen and closed the target Then poetry became my antidepressant Born into a world where my parents needed alcohol more Crying in my cot, I pleaded I'm sure But they were too drunk to come and check on me Too young to understand why aren't they next to me Took into foster care after my parents smashed the house up My files said there was no food for me to eat, I had no clothes on, I was expected to keep my mouth shut 27 foster families by age of 11, at the age of 14 I picked up a pen for the first time Obsessed with Eminem, Tupac & Hip-Hop, so I started writing and making words rhyme A book where I could write my every thought down without judgment Suicidal thoughts, self-harming secrets, there was a lot of substance I became an expert at double rhymes When I was expressing my troubled mind Some of the first rhymes I wrote "Life's a B***h, so I slice my wrist, and hope I die twice as quick" Poetry provided me hope But looking back a 14 year old shouldn't have to write like this Bullied at school, made to feel worthless, so I'd carry my pad everywhere Trying to ease my pain, but the world on my shoulders was heavy there I've never spoke much, but I'm not scared to write Poetry gave me a reason to live when I was prepared to die Dodging rain drops so I didn't slip in the storm was my dancing lessons No torch on a road of darkness I picked up a pen and closed the target Then poetry became my antidepressant
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