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    It was the New Year, January 4th 1997
    A miracle was about to be born
    You can say she came straight from heaven
    But her mother could beg the differ, she didn’t want her,
    No money for abortion,
    So she hid the pregnancy trying to hide her
    And on that night
    Like Satan she tries to take a life
    Looking into those little, brown, eyes
    The baby girl cries
    Tears that could cry a tide
    But despite the cries
    She positions her in a little black bag and ties a little tie,
    With no remorse or hesitation
    In the shattered window next door is where she places her…
    And down her face I bet not a tear drops,
    All she wished for, was that tiny heart to stop
    But she was something like an angel
    And although life ahead was busy and all tangled
    She got a 2nd chance that day when her uncle heard her
    And they smashed through bolted doors trying to find to her
    Police men fell through floors trying to save her
    A beautiful life tried to be taken but god protected her
    A second chance is indeed what he did,
    Cause the doctors said due to extremely cold weather
    She had less than 3 minutes left to live
    Beautiful and intelligent is what she would turn out to be
    But growing up her beauty and intelligence?
    Deep inside it was hard for her to see
    All she had was her me-ma and pop pop
    Raised her till she was 9
    Then they died
    And once again her heart dropped
    Than the maternal aunt took custody of her and her 2 siblings
    She had them checks on a hook, there wasn’t anybody else fishing
    But you see the aunt had her own so she didn’t care for them
    She was in it for the money, in it to win it so she had to pretend
    4 years later and she split each one of the siblings up
    Had 1 in foster care
    The other one in placement
    But the little one is still in her grasp,
    I think it’s safe to say it’s kind of like being incarcerated
    So that 2nd chance got her 2nd guessing
    Cause the way she’s living is never a way
    A little girl supposed to be living
    Now she’s growing up, she a lost soul don’t no how many time heart can brake
    So she wishes on stars to go back in time
    An expunge herself cause she thinks she’s a mistake
    Thinks to herself how far she has to go learn the real meaning of pain,
    She wonders is it a lesson?
    Now everyday it god’s name that’s she’s questioning
    Because when all the wishing on stars
    Turned to sayings prayers
    She prayed night after night that
    Her foster dad wouldn’t come touch her there
    Seemed to her god wasn’t listening
    Cause he never stopped it nor was he ever there
    How could she ever call a pig to her block?
    Report molestation to the law? , she was raped by a cop
    No one believed her so she just ran
    That’s all she did her whole life, hopped from foster homes to group homes
    Running away was all she could understand
    Until she ran a got introduced to the wrong crowd
    They took advantage she didn’t see although it was clear and loud
    15 years go bye she thinks it’s over now,cause she secretly reunited with her mom
    Just thought it is perfect, thought it was worth it
    Wanted it to be exactly what she had longed
    But boy was she guessing because she was wrong
    She’s in raged he gave her a 2nd too
    Why didn’t she take the chance?
    It’s been 15 years and she still has yet to take a stance
    She says that she is worthless; they should a left her in the bag
    Got her going through it, every one she loves leaves her
    All the haves, turn to had
    All the good seems bad
    Went from straight A’s to C’s and D’s
    Never imagined a life so sad
    It’s like she’s looking at her mothers
    As she looks inside the mirror
    And that’s the worst part, her image isn’t fading
    It’s only becoming clearer
    So through all the suffering and all the pain
    Through all the clouds and through the rain
    Standing tall, she remains
    18 years later she got tired of all the running
    She found herself, goes to school and man she loves it
    She try’s her best although there’s a lot that goes on life
    Like her migraines keeping her up at night
    With the court dates, all the sentencings
    The stress can seem infinite
    But nevertheless I still stand tall
    Please no that I gave this essay/poem my all
    and every last word in this poem was true as can be
    every last word in this poem was about me, Valery
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