I speak of a topic
It's in me
Like zap-zap
Shock it,

All you want
Is for me to
Stop stop
Stop it,

I can't
I won't
It swells up in me
Like a cookie in milk
Goes float,

Like a souped-up
Hurricane boat
Holdin' it's own
Without a tie me down rope,

Rope
Smokin' a toke
I may be broke
Though I got these words,

Verbs
Words and verb
Ears that listen
Ears that heard,

Eyes that see
They can write for days
Over and over
Your day to day
Days and days and days plays,

So i sit back
To raise
My hat
With glee,

At 10 years old
This foundation
Was built in me
At 10 years old
What do your eyes see,

You see for me
It was fate
Hate
Body broken turmoil,

Beaten so bad
My skin the color
Of a vineyard grape
At 10 years old
My mind and body raped,

Then at eleven
All I wanted
Was the pain to stop
A god send from heaven,

Eleven reminded me
Of when I was seven
Brainwashed
No voice of my own,

Grew up
In a house of horror
This house
I called a home,

Felt so alone
From 2 to 4 and 4 to 8
Had to sit in the dark basement
Eat what little dinner
Was on my plate,

Thats when i began
To debate my fate
While my parents
Dished out more
Than my little body
Could take,

All the hate
I felt
Made me realize
I got a gift
With a pen.....