Becoming

Born to a mother with terrible addictions,


along side the father who never called.


A drunk stepfather who was always angry.


These people, I never want to become.


 


Seven children later


I'm living with my single mother


Little to no food


Our fridge is filled with booze


 


I was taken out of school at an early age


So I could learn about the motherhood stage


I took on the role our mother turned away


While she went out at night to go play


 


At 13 my mother sat me down and said, 


"It is time for you to take care of yourself"


For a year the streets became my home


until the government claimed me as their own.


 


Four foster homes later


I'm finally set free


Only to discover


I'm without the help I need


 


What I want to become


Is what I needed long ago


I want to mentor youth and help them


get to where they want to go.


 


I want to become


someone they can trust


Who can help them decide


Who they want to become.


 


 


 


 


 

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