Lost Time

Its not easy to say that one has lived in a shelter, but I know I can say it with my head high because there is nothing wrong with that. That happend in the summer of 2010. My mom had finally gotten tired of my stepdads domestic violence. It was a fast and difficult change but we did it. That shelter took me to a theater camp that changed the way I lived my life. It was only for a week, on the last day we were gonna perform a meaning full poem about our selfs. There was this guy his name was Luke, I will never forget him not because of love but because he spoke with no lies in his mouth. His poem was so meaning full there are no words in this world that would be able to discrime it. "This is not the home of the free or the brave but a land build on the back of slaves." That little sentece had so many memories with so little letters in it. It was so true and still so many people ignore this. Even know remembering the way he spoke with rage and hope leaves me breathless. He had many more poems but thats the only one we ever got to hear.