These Words

These wordsSitting here thinking, reminiscing
about how back then
the world seemed cruel and life through my eyes
was filled with rules – I was a young child,
age of five and so newly alive,
taught early the streets as a source to survive
I write these words
so glad I’m alive

and as I look back at what I’ve been through,
life was hard and struggled was true
but I faced the challenge
to become someone new

sitting here listening, hearing
my heart beat proud
with palpitations of my life
thumping out loud.
Nothing came easy, even from the womb
I was scared;
the ghetto was my playground
and everything around me flawed – I was a young child,
age of five and so newly alive,
trained to stand on my own feet
driven and able to survive
I write these words
so glad I’m alive

and as I look back at what I’ve been through,
life was hard and struggle was true
but I faced the challenge
to become someone new.

Sitting here watching, seeing all I’ve done
I was able to overcome
Just to become someone.
I no longer speak with a silent tongue
as my heart studies the portrait
of a mother who died young.
So many thoughts and memories
of how we had it so rough
it is because of her that I grew to be tough—I was a young child,
age of five and so newly alive,
allowed to battle defeat
and with strength I did survive
I write these words

So glad I’m alive.

© 2012
Tarringo T. Vaughan

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