Foster Homeless

I guess we call this perspective or something lived Imagine growing up with hunger pains as kid clothes stained bad days it could be a number of things trying to live on the streets at the age of fifteen it was hard as could be did not know it would happen to me I grind hard never held a sign through all of it I made it out fine lessons I learned in this life of mine I remember the days waking up under stars or some days cramping up in friends cars being homeless I still had a checklist kept myself clean always skipped breakfast because I did not have much so I did not care for lunch but dinner time is what I saved up for and I ate a bunch from hustling the day away stuck feeling in crunch had to stay strong all day long kept my walls up never let people know whats wrong unless you are close to me and that's how it is suppose to be I will be the first to put my middle finger in the air to let you know the system, group and foster homes don't care how do I know I have been there! -TA