I resent the job centre for making me redundantwhen I was 3 months pregnant with no way to fund emI resent to the peopleleft on the streets where its cold and evilmy heart goes out to all those young mumsdoing anything so she can feed her sonsall these kids being bought up on the streetssurrounded by knives and heroin needs.I never forget the day I held my nans handwatching her leave me for another fucking land.friends waiting there at the pearly gatesI know your in a better place but my heart, it deflates.If I could turn back time to my weakest momentwhen my head was in my hands rocking inna basementit would be the day they took my dignitywhen I was pushed on a back seatjust a one man army.my body went on complete shut downas the dirty c**nts marked it a touch down!I'm a fuckin mess mum only if you could see me nowmy shit goes deeper than the lasses on sale now.when they chucked me on the floorhead banging every inch of me soreI looked up to the worldway beyond the starscould there be another life for me on mars?!just take me away from the routes of all evilforgive my sins and all mistaken peopleyou shall not be envious of your neighbours goodsthat's the one commandment I always understoodI aint never been the type to sit there and dwellon all the things my friends had when I was turning twelvenike creps, Adidas jeanslevi boxers, life of luxuriesthat shit don't faze me, not at allbut watching mums say goodbye to there kids at schoolya see that shit really gets me emotionalbecause I don't know how it feels to be caught before I fallI aint never been taught right to wrongI just sit here defining it with the lyrics in my songsnan told me we only regret the chances we didn't takeI only regret the times I got knocked downletting my faith shake.ya see nan is my number one, keeping me stronghad my back through everything even when I was wrongwiped my tears and held me tightwhisper in my eargirl you aint going down without a fight!ya see that shit really cuts me deepcos that shit makes me wanna fight to succeedbut how can I do that with you all on my backI cant let her down, I'm having anxiety attackssitting here seeing her disappointed faceshould have never came to this in the first placeif your born poor its not your mistakebut if you die poor, It is your mistakethose are the words from the mighty Bill Gates.what a statement to sit there and understandthat's why I walk the streets giving my helping handcas ya never know what the future may holdlaid up on the streets facing the freezing coldI love jamming with those people letting stories unfoldgiving me some sort of feeling that they need my strong holdlet them know that they aint on there owncomfort there misery with my leading toneits probably some kinda comfort just for methat someone in this world appreciates happy poverty.Leah Hill13/12/2016
