Never A Chance.
Life, is much harder than told, not, smarter at old..
My life like a deck of cards, as they started to fold..
Not, bothered to hold, in my mothers, little womb..
Intoxicated, I had came out like a shriveled prune..
I’d quit her soon, abortion? Was it fair? I choked..
Father there, said “don’t!”, they put air, to my throat..
Weighing no more than 2 pounds, I’d lose pounds..
Crying pale and blue, abruptly making rude sounds..
The tune hounds, in my head, I can barely hum it..
Mother drank alcohol, I was 2 months, still in her stomach..
Worst luck in, the world. Father, an ass, I would lose..
A glass full of boo’s, beat on, if I asked for some shoes..
A question mark for some clues, I had no idea, to fall..
I had no clue, I was bleeding at all, I was being to tall..
Thinking this world was a synch, hurled for the bitch..
Beat so bad to a pulp, I couldn’t curl even, or twitch..
On the road I would hitch, having to cough up a lung..
Not schooled, being illiterate, Id climb up bark to be hung..
Life‘s hard, start to be young, Mine different from others..
6 other brothers, couldn’t make there age double numbers..
My sister? She passed, the first, felt at last, the worst..
I regret tuffing it out, and trying to make it passed my birth..
“Feel my wrath!” he cursed, As I dashed for the door..
Tripped, I fell on the floor, because you can’t run when your 4..
Throwing me around, and more, grabbing my head and noose..
Alive or dead, he’d choose, while I still struggled to get lose..
My father, still banging my head on the faucet, he lost it more..
As my soul flew up to the clouds, and my body..
………………………………............Lie behind the closet door
Born: September 3rd, 2000. Death: November 3rd, 2004.
R.I.P
Beloved Son.
- Heavens Gates.