The first time I tried alcohol
I was only five
Unattended youth bound to fall,
I remembered my father bathe me
and as soon as my Mom came home,
I had to hide.
Grew up in the worst neighborhood
Far from a typical Beverly Hills
I knew my life was heading for disaster,
I knew it would
Just the thought of an unsteady future,
Gave me the chills
Just like the fear of growing up should.
Started to mimic the wrong attire
Just to try to fit in
Didn't know the shoes didn't fit me,
They soon grew heavy and tired
and the constant reminder that
I was headed for a life of sin
Connected all my judgmental wires.
T.V. portrayed women as a sexual icon
Yet the teachings of my parents
Was to value them,
The words made my conscience
Weigh a ton
To an Idea that was so sinister,
Peace came to my mind knowing
That I to have a Mother and sisters.
So if the world is as ugly
Portrayed by the media,
I belong under what criteria?