Hard Times

Our world is nothing, dont you see
There's people with money, and there's people like me
My life has never been anything or made me proud to see
Everyday there's more troubles for me to carry around
There's shooting and killing and guns all around
I'm tired of waking up and hearing one of my people are down

I'm black and it's hard to get around
Some busses wont pick me up, but I dont cause problems around
Racism is something I'm tired of being around
But I'm me and I'm still going to stand my ground
No matter how much hell is coming down

by octavia wilson

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A heartfelt poem about the hardships you have to face, it saddens me to hear you have a hard life, you have a lovely name Octavia, 10 Lynda x
VERY DEEP. I FEEL WHAT YOUR GOING THROUGH FOR SURE. ALL WE CAN DO IS GROW TO BECOME OUTSTANDING PEOPLE AND BE A POSITIVE INFLUENCE ON THOSE WHO ARE YOUNGER AND LESS FORTUNATE THEN WE ARE.