The Pain I Feel

by Leah Ford

(Oklahoma City)

 

I am writing about me.

My life is so messed up,

people always judging me,

there’s too much hate around me,

people always got something to say.

People just think I’m just a pretty girl

with no problems or drama

but nobody knows what I go through when I go home.

When I go home I’m raising two kids.

I’m cooking and cleaning up after everybody.

I don’t have time for myself.

People think I’m rich but I’m not.

I’m just a poor little girl trying to be a better person.

People look at me like a rich, big hoops, popular girl…

I’m a poor little girl

who’s try to make something of herself,

and I wrote this poem for little boys and little girls

that’s raising kids

or has a step mom or step dad that drinks or smokes.

Remember,

the ones you take care of

will always respect you

and take care of you.