Help
Street fights without number
growing up within the projects
life lived as an runaway
A life full of disgust
with nobody to trust
throughout all the hurt
I'm not immune to pain
So many tears cried
friends lost to the streets
the preacher cursed me to hell
Where do my prayers go
when refused to enter church
by those who run it
When seeking help
holy people cast dirt upon my name
others refuse my pleas
choices are limited
when without favor
Copyright © Donny Ingraham | Year Posted 2010
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