Born
East Vancouver , Streets where I come from
I was born from a crack fiend , but she died young
Back alley .. needle in her neck, I was nothing more than a pay cheque
Her last check cashed , Dead in the Gutter .. I was left to fight... With out a mother.
8 hours old bloody and naked.. No hope at all.. would I even make it!
Found in an alley crying and alone.. Police man found me patrolling his zone
3 families later and many years have passed. have I found peace , hopefully at last
Ghetto Child
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