I hold my backpack in my hand
sitting at the doorstep of my father's house ,
knowing my father nor my sister weren't letting me in this late at night .
Life has always been tough for me,But nothing would have ever prepared me for the day I was kicked out of my home.It was like a bucket of water.Ever since my mom died my sister and dad acted as If I was a stranger .No matter how I tried to please them, They acted as if I was a burden weighing them down in life.
Now the only place for me to go was the streets.
I got a job although it wasn't so appropriate ,
Stripping, Eventually that didn't last long, Someone...