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
Copyright © Todd Aguilar Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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