Not Giving up.

Ever since I was little I can remember being afraid. Staring out my window wondering if it was gonna ever change. I fought back tears as I heard the world call my name. The voices kept getting louder and louder screaming ALAZAI! Momma told me to never be ashamed but she didnt know the demons I held nor the pain. One day I woke up to a world that wasnt knew. Growing up in poverty gun shots were heard almost like music tunes. False prophits came like God gave them the blessing too. And many of my family followed them and their white powder like it was the answers to their questions appearing out the blue. Fuck shit was hard and my fears held me down. Had fights and hands bled but nothing compared to the prison my fear kept me in and I had to figure out why just I couldn't escape. My fear told me this was my fate and so I just accepted things to be this way till one day God came to me in a dream. He grabbed me by the hand and said my child you can be anything. Just put all your faith in me and I'll take you to the promise land you will see. So I did. Turned my life to Jesus and that was the end. No longer was I a prisoner to my fear but over came it. And through God I know I will make this world bend to my success.