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I Survived

I was only 14 years old,
my behavior was not good, and I had to hit the road,
my father said,
hit the road,
hit the road,

3 times he mentioned until I finally
Realized, that I had to pick and go,
Looked back to my unpainted house
Down into that dirty neighborhood,
Wondering where I was going to go,

Tears wanting to mark my face
But I believe in me,  hit my chest so hard, so I did not cry
I finally finished highschool and time was like taking a flight,
That never left.
Then I got a scholarship, In medical school,
I rejected it, because I did not like it.  What a fool,
I got a nice advice, now I have an office and tools.
Where I can see patients, most of them with boots

Went back to see my family, my brother and sister
They insisted that I should spent the night,
And my response was not.
They asked me why?
I told them nobody was there
When I felt hungry and alone,
Now you want me to stay,
I sent you guys my number,
But I never got a called.

I hear this slowly steps approaching  me,
A black and ugly old man, calling me son
I told him you killed your own son,
When he was 14 years old.

SENA[/i]
Written by RSena (Sena)
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