Living with no fear
Life has givin me a few tears
Strong will with courage
I am growing up with no real parents
I grew up before I was born
living a life of sorrow is all I have known
With jump rope in hand
I am ready to make my last stand
I find it painfully hard
To live and be a part
Momma did drugs
It was like holding a gun
To my tiny head
I am lucky im not already dead
People around me fear more than I can hear
My name is Patience
This is my last chance
With rope around my neck
I see the very thing my mother has wrecked
My 4 year old body
Who should barely know how to potty
Stand close to me if your a friend
I believe I was heaven sent
To show many within
Their own hearts I am still a kid
I have seen jesus
I have taught many to listen
Maybe now they will listen to their children
No matter the age
I still have another page
To walk this land
Teach the very man
Who taught my mother
To try and smother
The very life she lived
Me Patience
P.S. This is a writing I did after seeing a bulletin about a 4 year old addicted to crack who tried to kill herself.