She comes to me when she has a problem,
She cries on her knees begging for help,
In her world she has hit the very bottom,
In her darkest- deepest sleep she will yelp.
Expecting me to fix every little thing,
She puts the problem into my warm palms,
Issues within causing external bleeding,
While preaching verses from the book of Psalm's.
Confessions seeping through layers of her skin,
She admits everything she has done wrong,
Begging for this new life she wants to begin,
Needing my help to become more powerful and strong.
She was emotionally abandoned for quite some time,
She had no friends and wanted to soar in the sky,
Her denim pockets held nothing over a silver dime,
Parents left without even giving a meaningful goodbye.
Living with her grandma and bad off sister of hers,
Running the streets, doing PCP and getting pregnant,
Ignoring the worlds most famous beautiful colors,
She's clueless of how to care for a little infant.
She comes to me not wanting to be like her sister,
Not wanting to be like the world around her eyes,
She wants a better today and a better future,
Confessing an admitting without telling lies.
It's up to me to take care of this precious person,
To give her the tools to succeed in a brand new life,
She's like my sister and that is for certain,
She's now growing like a daisy in the wildlife.
