My Own Life Story

(They told me to tell my story I guess I can give you a couple of pieces of my history. Fathers never really been there, my mothers a, well lets just say she's an independent woman who cares I've been working since I turned sixteen and even then she was hitting me up for every piece of green. Many tears have been shed lies told, mistakes made and hearts broke but yet I'm still here trying to make it out of this hell hole. They call it the Sunshine state but ALL i see is race, discremination and hate. No one can relate to the Black, Hispanic, and Oriental race. Many wars have been fought but nothing has been resolved. Yet many think it's the terroist at faught. If you look AND research what you think you know many will find that they've been lied to from the get go. Open your eyes and your heart so you can live, laugh and love. Another tip:Don't let them keep you from the Big Guy Above.

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