My Reality
A child forced
to travel though
a ghetto’s underbelly.
I emerged with little self-worth,
trying to protect what’s left,
and not to fall back,
into the urban bowel
where many would
rather see me.
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Author:
RL Randall (
Offline) - Published: August 23rd, 2024 20:22
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Comments1
A portrait of someone pulling themselves up by their own boot straps. Well painted
Just a person trying to not fall back in the cesspool created by circumstances he had the misfortune of being born into.
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