Short Story For Every Memory

As an adolescent we come into
The world naked and blind of truth.

Casted a name and forced fed the beliefs
Of our forefathers, Then like sheep for
Slaughter tossed into the underworld
We call life.

Raised by hate born by fate.
Pops used to tell me "Life was the closest thing to hell"
Didn't believe him till I watched death take
My cousin, While she clenched on my hand whispering
"Why me? Another story for the book yet another
Cross to bear.

Cold hearts, Cold steel had dreams of going to the league
But like they say "Life don't always work out like you plan"
So pour me up a fifth and throw me off in the game. Bullet holes,
And chalk lines another soul turned corrupt.
Never thought I see the day I'd be clutching this steel, with hatred
In my heart and no remorse for life. A ghetto story

Freedom like a crime to kids born in cages, or to that girl in your
Class bullied by peers, shoes filled with holes, and her
Clothes stained with dirt. All she wants is to be acknowledged
And experience love. Instead she shunned by the world
Hollow coffin her fate. Lost girl

Now as I intertwine these words with the pain in your soul.
Take a breath and reminisce with this void I create,
Was gone ends this one in loss Instead I aim to heal
Minds. We all suffer hardships but its the amount
Of steps you take, We live and we learn but never
Make the same mistake twice. Most of all through your
darkest trials never lose yourself cause when the dice
Fall and its all done and said. Its another story for another
Memory.

Will you be satisfied?