struggle is real
• Written by dicktobig6939
Grew up in the shadows, where the light was dim,
Mama's tears fell, but I had to swim.
Pops was a ghost, never showed his face,
Left me to navigate life's cruel race.
Hunger pangs echoed louder than my dreams,
But I held onto hope, or so it seems.
School was a battlefield, not a place to learn,
Every corner turned, another lesson to discern.
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dicktobig6939
Member since May 14 2025