Broken Home

      Come inside my home.
You will see a little boy crying looking at a picture of his mom that is gone.
A dad that is a coward and left before i was born.
20 degrees or less so the only heat is the stove.
Wearing extra socks and clothes just to survive this cold.
In the summer roaches and in the winter is mice.
In the refrigerator is dead roaches and no food to eat.
His stomach is aching so it is to hard to go to sleep.
Out side of his home gun shots bangs with no sign of peace or police.
He waits in a long line to get a plate from the homeless shelter.
People that work there look down on him instead of being a helper.
If you could see my life  it would make you want to cry.
If you were living it you would wish to die.
He grows up and finally lives with his mom who lives in a hotel but he learns she is a crack fiend.
Her man is the one who sells it so all night long people are knocking on the door with that mean green.
The door caves in and everyone is going to jail.
This is just a second of my life's living hell.
In the cell it smells like piss and there is no place to roam.
Welcome to my broken home.