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They say the sky is the limit..but how can that be? Mama never had enough money for me For my shoes..For my clothes..For our house..For our food My sky was always dark and muddy colored The limit is the sky..but I was never smart My brain stopped functioning after multiplication and my teachers well they never really gave a fuck I sit here in my senior year with less information then from my first The sky is not my limit; society knew I would never reach, it was just a sweet mantra; candy for me to eat I’d be the scum of the earth, or the person their taxes go too; not a person to look up too Should I cry? Feel sad about my situation? I guess the best thing would be to embrace it I am what I am and I am nothing at all The person on your street corner, the fly on the wall Just a person trying to get by in a world with hardly any knowledge at all I laugh hearing the sky is the limit, as if I ever thought so far My life was li...

A dimly lit room, about 18 girls sitting in a circle The unflinching eyes of the doctor; dark, hardened, holding a chart, mindlessly writing gibberish No one was older than 18 Black, white, tan; fat, skinny, chubby; short, tall, in the middle; they all had something missing in their eye, perhaps the theft of their humanity, security. There was a kinship they all held, unbeknownst to them; words unspoken Every girl sat with baggage toppled to the ceiling: the room was full and at the same time I realized it was empty; I was alone, completely deserted Only one pair of eyes still glinted with hope, aspirations, belief in humanity They were mine. For you