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A little piece of what it's like in my shoes.

Percussion in my footsteps though I'm sitting,

And the silence of the truth is so loud,

My only question is "What do I do with it now?"

Because he knows and she knows and they know,

Karma will come back around;

I'm just waiting on my sentence.

Twenty years and now they decide I'm 

Part of a family, after I have sat around

With Whirling thoughts too big to carry,

And a hatchet that's too big to bury.

Don't get me wrong, I'm sure who's at fault;

I sit alone alone at night and I count all

The ways it could've stopped or slowed.

Could have called, shouldn't have stalled.

Could've and should've - my two best friends

I was never fortunate enough to say "I did."

But just because I'm missed, don't mean sit 

around and be pissed. I'm not coming back.

Scratch another missed opportunity of your 

Life list. 

My problem is I don't think I can

Change for the better even if I really tried.

Because my past is the one trait

I never could hide.

Can I give up all my bad habits I thought were 

Essential in helping me stay alive?

Because with them I learned I can be 

And do anything, and I found and utilized 

Several and productive ways to survive.

Years later, I got what I wanted, 

with a bigger cross to bare. I 

got all the love I lack from a good 

boy with light red hair whose only 

Wish is to show me that there is life 

Out there. Life beyond my one-bedroom in 

the hood with the white walls, where 

no matter if you're innocent 5-0 is called.

I have to lick my lips before I tell 

You the next chapter of the story;

Because it leaves a bad taste in my mouth,

Even though I stole the glory 

With only guts. And it sucks that even 

After all I've been through I don't 

Have a souvenir to give him.

Just a beaten heart and some faded scars.

I'm sorry I can't afford a big, shiny,

Souped-up car. But you're saving my life

And I love you to death,

if that matters at all.

Yeah sure I'm a girl from the gutter.

No, I didn't stutter.

New Orleans raised, government paid.

And despite that I still find sunshine

in the darkest days. I can barely house 

Half my body and I bet he can fit twenty 

Of me in one corner of his room. But look 

To my heart don't just assume I'm destined 

For doom. Because your parents don't see 

That when I'm with you, my past doesn't

matter - The only thing left to do 

Is blossom and bloom.

I promise I'll prioritize, synchronize,

and scrape up the money to go back to school.

Because even though lies were spread about me,

No one will ever get the chance to say,

"Look at Carla, she's a fool."

So forget everything you heard and 

Let me start anew, the world's always 

been my oyster, but I'm taking over 

the World, since I have nothing else

better to do.

Author's Note

All criticism is appreciated.