I onced imagined a life without drama,

A World without fear
But my elders told me if that’s what I prefer 
Move under a rock somewhere….
Ridiculed by words of a haters emotion
Made a target by my competitors devotion
Who can I run to when my life is based off a
caption. 
Society labeled me, a true but awkward story
All my children’s humble, except one
But she is a teen
God please guide me through such transition 
Cause somehow these kids born after ninety -five
has lost some of their senses and Stop thinking….
Tragic… But that’s all I see young kids without vision
Blaming one another for dumb decision
Get rich schemes, even if they are about to die tryin…….

~Samora

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