My Life
I wish I had a life of my own,
Maybe that wont happen until I get grown.
At my grandma's house was the place I was free,
But it look like my mamma took that freedom away from me.
Maybe my life was meant to be like this,
Balled up in my own fist.
Maybe my world is at an end,
My mamma seems like my enemy not my friend.
My whole life is torn apart,
Maybe that's the reason why I don't have a heart.
I don't have a life she took that too,
Without my life what am I suppose to do.
This is how its gonna be for the next couple of years,
The only thing that I have that belongs to me, is my lonely sad tears.
Copyright © Saquanna Wesley | Year Posted 2005
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