trapped

growing up the hard way

Trapped......Lonely Nights, I gaze into the stars
Don't need jail for bars
Cause these scars are like walls
that keep me in this place, with my face
buried in my palms.

Hope?.......Dreams of college....?
With a father, who never watered
his seeds with knowledge
His role model, was a bottle
A persona, molded by marijuana
A hiss of a fist, softened by mothers kiss

I have no shame
I feel no blame
But I fear that my name.............IS MY NAME