Childhood…

Thinking back now,
Damn;
How the time passed.
Didn’t even spend it well,
Had;
To grow up real fast.
Told myself there’d,
Be enough time,
That I;
Could still get it back,
But that hope,
Just transforms to ash,
Floating away from,
My grasp.
Nahh; I won’t ever get,
That chance back…
……
Well damn…
Looks like Daddy,
Is fuckin’ drunk,
Yet again.
Well damn…
Looks like Mommy,
Is off them xan’s,
Yet again.
Well damn…
Looks like I gotta,
Fend for myself,
Yet again.
Well damn…
Looks like I gotta,
Fend for myself,
Yet again.

Who knew how quick,
Childhood could end?
Who knew how far,
My strength & will could,
Possibly bend?
Who knew I’d end up,
Supporting family,
& sacrificing friends?
Only seeing filtered truth’s,
Need to clear the lens,
A better life is just on the,
Other side of the fence.
I see neighbors,
Laughing & playing,
Just;
Having a good time.
Parents & children,
Just;
Having fun,
Under the sunshine.
Between that image,
&;
My real life is quite,
The fine line.
Momma’s wine drunk,
&;
Slept through dinner,
I starved through mine.
Couldn’t cook much yet,
But;
Lord knows I was tryin’.
I mean, damn;
I got younger siblings,
That be depending on me.
Driving daddy home cause’,
Sometimes he’s too drunk to see,
&;
Sometimes cause’ he’s already,
Fallen fast asleep.
Damn…
Why did y’all put this weight on me?
Why couldn’t I just have,
A normal childhood with good,
Memories?
Why’d y’all take that away from me?
……
It wasn’t easy,
I mean;
It was practically,
Hell.
Responsibility,
Hit me swell,
Oh…
Can’t you tell?
Strong, yet corrupted,
My life;
Inna fuckin’ nutshell.
Still tryna’ work it out,
But these;
Thousand pound dumbbells.



It wasn’t easy,
I mean;
It was practically,
Hell.
Responsibility,
Hit me swell,
Oh…
Can’t you tell?
Strong, yet corrupted,
My life;
Inna fuckin’ nutshell.
Still tryna’ work it out,
But these;
Thousand pound dumbbells.
……
No climbing trees,
No brain freeze,
From ice cream.
No scraped knees,
Well…
Not from scooter,
Falls at least.
No sense of peace,
No value of love.
No band-aid,
To stop the blood.
No playin in the mud,
Or even;
A washer or dryer,
To clean up,
When I was all done.
No ammunition,
For my Nerf Gun,
Nor did I ever,
Actually own one.
No soakin’ in the sun,
I been on the run,
Tryna’ get away from,
The place I’m from.
Seems this a marathon,
That can’t be won…

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