A LITTLE INSIGHTA Poem by JonathanBorn in a violent and dangerous city Born with little to no money Lived in a garage for 12 years Always wanted to cry, but held back the tears Everyday was a constant struggle If it wasnt racism It was getting into trouble Receiving endless criticism If it wasnt the daily fights to near death with gang members It was waiting for a suppose "GOD" Waiting patiently for answers In other words feeling like thiers no chance to prosper Like if i was meant to be a born loser Yet i never let this get me down I never barried my head into the ground Because i found, that this would be my fire This would toughen me up This would make me into a fighter
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