Hold on!

I can feel that things aren't right.

Mom working late barely making it home through the night.

I can feel that things aren't right 

When Sussie leaves the bathroom there is blood on a knife.

I can feel that things aren't right

Hearing dad argue with mom on the phone about custody 

I pray to God for a better life.

I can feel that things aren't right 

worried about tomorrow because i have no more fight 

I can feel that things aren't right 

I just ask that God show my family the light.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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