TEARS

I came into this world an innocent child, and everything I did I smiled.
Throughout the years, I grew even stronger from all the tears I shed and all my agonizing fears.
All the pain and sorrow I went through, grew up with gang members, committing crimes is all I knew what to do.
Trying not to follow in my parents footsteps, I felt that pain deep in my chest.
The older I got, the more I fought.
Until one day when I turned Fifteen,
I no longer remembered my dream.
My dream of not getting caught up in this gang life,
All my mind could think of is who should I stab with my Knife.
I asked God why did this happen to me?
Waiting for a reply, then I heard
"My child To live is to suffer, Don't ask me why it happened to you, ask me why you would choose to suffer and make your life a lot rougher."
He said,
"If you break something, you could either try to fix it, or leave it alone and sit there wondering if it would have worked."
Hearing this made my heart hurt, knowing I had already touched the dirt.

-- Vicky R. aka Hazel 4rm San Diego, Califaz

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