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Thuglife Ain'T No Joke Its Real.......

Thuglife is a real thing, 
you got children out on the streets playing with guns, 
selling drugs and even going so far as to sell themselves for a little bit of money, 
thinking that it's cute to be down with the bloods, gd, crips, latin kings, and all the rest. 
Thuggin up is the way of life they say, 
but here I am as a witness that its not. 
I used to run with the gangs, 
thought that was hot, it was the stuff. 
Friends got shot and I didn't care at the time. 
Was a runaway from foster care, and 
got busted one day trying to be down with the gang life. 
Picked up for shoplifting because the old head told me to, 
Placed in a group home, pregnant, 
Was an evil young lady and just used to cuss everyone out. 
Placement showed me the way and showed me who God is. 
Used to get beat by the old head and thought that I deserved it, 
I was his property and that's how it went. 
Reality kicked in when I got sent to the group home, 
Old head left me even though he knew I was pregnant,
Said don't come back till you ready to handle the knifes again, 
I didn't play with the guns and glocks, I had knifes instead, 
I was glad when I got out and lucky that no one shot me when I did. 
It ain't usually that easy to get out of the thuglife, 
you either get jumped out or shot up and 9 times out of 10 
either way it goes you going to die, because 
you know they every move and they scared you going to 
snitch. Thuglife aint no joke its a real thing.

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Baby Daddy

I fell in love with the man who fathered my first child. The one who is my baby 
daddy. He promised me that he would never hurt me but in the end that was one 
big lie. My baby daddy hurt me in many ways. The man told me that he loved me 
and cared about me. Well all of that was a lie. My baby daddy was a 21  yr old 
who was married and had 2 other kids. Worse of all he forced me to sell my body 
at the age of 15. I was a run away at the time but quickly turned myself in for I 
could not allow myself that pain. I spent 2 weeks in Juvie in the Bronx, but as I sat 
there I could not get him outta my mind. It was as if he was sewn in there and I 
could not remove him. I called him a month after I found out I was pregnant and 
of course he didnt believe me. I didnt understand what I had did wrong, I mean 
here was the man who told me he loved me yet didnt believe what I told him. I 
knew I was not supposed to have contact with him because I was 15 and he was 
21 but I did any ways. I thought that having his child would change his mind and 
make him want me. I lost contact with him for 3 months and during that time I 
was still very obsessed over him. When he called again we stayed in contact, his 
daughter was born and although he could not be there he said that he wished he 
could have. My baby daddy promised me that if for any reason I ever lost our 
daughter to the state he would claim her. The state took our daughter and of 
course he didnt step up. I fell in love with my baby daddy and fell back outta love 
with him.

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Daddy's Little Girl

I never thought that I would have to say goodbye, I always thougt that nothing would come 
my way that I could not handle. Daddy and I used to work on the vehicles, cut wood, I was 
his little girl. That all changed in July of 2003 when daddy forced me to touch and rub him in 
places that no little girl should be touching. My thoughts changed that day on who my daddy 
really was. I was scared and afraid to tell but I did and when I told daddy got taken to jail. I 
was sent to live with my mom who didn't know how to react with the knowledge that her 
daughter had been molested, counseling was no help the counselors were quak jobs. I seen 
daddy at court hearing walking with gaurds on his sides and shackles on his feet and wrist. 
That was the unforgettable for me. I had wrote a letter for daddy when it was his sentencing 
day and it was not very nice. But that was before I understood that God wanted us to forgive 
and forget. Now I forgive my daddy for what he did, but he will never know because he just 
keeps messing up. You see daddy was set to get off probation January 2009 but he messed 
up two months before and now daddy is sitting in prison. Daddy doesn't know that I care 
about him, he thinks I hate his guts and never wanna see him again. However I know that 
God is my Lord, and I know he will protect me. I will always be Daddy's Little Girl and I will 
always love my daddy for ever and for always.

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Sierra

Shy at first until I know you.
  I love to talk even when no one is listening. 
    Enjoys to read and write even when I have a writer's block.
      Reads too much for my own good.
         Respectful towards all as an oath of God. 
             A very intellegent young lady who longs for the love and attention of her family. 


Excellent in school
  Loves children, and to make them laugh.
    I am a great person 
      Zodiac sign is a leo, so yes I am stubborn. 
        An outgoing, outspoken female.
          Brat when I need to be. 
            Excels in my writing ability.
              Talented teen who struggles in life, but don't let that affect her day to day life. 
                Has a great heart and lives for God.

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Troubled Tears.... Troubled Soul

Troubled tears from a troubled soul. Young girl all alone in this world at the age of eighteen. 
Pop's is sitting in prision for criminal sexual conduct in the second degree, mom's on 
probation for drugs. Ran away from the system trying to get out of foster care. Trying to 
survive out on the streets. It's not easy for her. I watch her out the window as she works the 
streets. I feel so helpless and unable to help her have a better life. The streets are no place 
for a beautiful young lady like herself. My heart aches to reach out and save the poor lost 
soul. Down the stairs I go quick, as I see that an issue has arose. To save her is my mission. 
To rescue her from the streets and help her get on her own two feet. For her to have a 
normal job is my one concern. For the troubled soul shall not parish into the darkness.

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Troubled Past

Haunted, from my troubled past. The troubles that I have endured, I would never 
wish upon another person. No one should have to go through molestation from 
their father. Abandoned, by my mother who never really cared for me. I have cried 
so many tears for two people who never really cared for me. I don't understand 
the reasoning behind the emotions. All I know is my past was traumatic and I 
long to forget it. Throughout my life I have been molested, abandoned, raped, 
disowned, abused, and beaten. I don't know how I have managed to endure 
such a past, but I pray that I can overcome the problems. My troubled past is so 
traumatic. I pray that no body ever has to endure such pain as I have.

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Silent Tears Amongst Him

As I sit here thinking this couldn't be true, he hits me yet again.... I fear for my life and for 
my unborn child. I see the anger building up slowly inside. I can't cry for he will beat me 
harder if he sees the tears, so as I sit here getting hit over and over again  falling are the 
silent tears amongst him. I think of the life that I had before I went back to the Thug Life. 
Where Blood's were the big issue and everyone turned their head as they heard the verbal 
abuse that he puts me through. Control is his goal and he had just that. Stripping me of my 
dignity and humility. God please let this all be a bad dream. I am just barely pregnant by 
him and yet the way he hits me is like he don't care. Embarrassing me when his homies 
come around, making me walk around in just a top as if I am just some trophy to place upon 
his wall. So scared to write, so scared to tell, so the silent tears fall amongst him yet 
unknown to him so that I don't get hit yet again. The simple thought of I must escape 
crosses through my mind and as I leave I continue to hold my rosary in my hand praying to 
God that if he just lets me get away, then I promise to do right and raise this baby through 
him.... Yet as I still think back in fear the Silent tears fall amongst him as they shall continue 
to do until I can break free of the fear.

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Comfort Me

Comfort me, for I have been hurt one to many times. Sometimes I feel unworthy 
of love and affection. I have been through way more than any teenage girl should 
ever have to endure. I feel dirty although I know I am clean. Sometimes I wonder 
if somebody would just comfort me and tell me how worthy I am. Neglected by 
my parents, disowned by family. Alone in the world at seventeen with a child on 
the way. Put into the system three years ago, bounced from placement to 
placement with no comfort given. I feel as if people can see right through me and 
they laugh at my pain. Unworthy of being a duaghter, for nobody will claim me as 
their own. Sometimes I think to myself if only I could fly away to a place where my 
past doesn't matter and the pain was taken away, would that finally be the place 
to comfort me?

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Pink

Emotion is a color.
Happiness is PINK.
PINK smells like roses.
PINK tastes like PINK lemonade. 
PINK sounds like the laughter from the children.
PINK feels like a soft fuzzy blanket. 
PINK looks like my daughter full of smiles.
PINK is like how I feel when I hold my daughters in my arms.

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Locked Up

Locked up, struggling to figure out why I am being punished now for the mistakes of my 
past. Yeah I may have ran away four different times but people do change. Now I am sitting 
here seven months pregnant, my fiance is on the outs waiting patiently for me. Seventeen 
years old and I have two children now, trying to finish high school. I got my prioritoes 
straight, but I can't do anything while I am sitting here locked up. My mistakes from my past 
are haunting me. People think that they know how badly that I have been hurt, but no body 
really knows but me. Locked up, trying to figure out why I am now being punished, when I 
wasn't even taught the difference between right and wrong. Locked up for the stupidest thing 
with no one to turn to for help.