A BROKEN ROSE

She was born and raised in the deepest south, her mother struggled to put food in her mouth. No father around to help secure the home, so everyday this young girl felt alone. Though, going to school and continuing her day she knew there had to be a better way. Finding peace within still trying to figure things out, but not really knowing what life's all about. Fighting years of pain, so much hurt inside, yet walking around with so much pride. She would walk down the street with her head held high, but when darkness falls she began to cry. She partied, drank and hung out real late, and became a victim of abuse and rape. A beautiful rose that was once so free became a broken rose and that rose was me.