Dear Abby
It seem so clear just from one of our various senses
Then we only fear and begin to get tense
During the moment to clean what we had so clear
Is only in the eyes of an innocent
Dear Abby
Sadly I haven’t fulfilled my father’s dream
Of being a lean mean marathon winning perfect man
Instead I’m a rebellious thick minded hobo only accept into Hooverville
I only do what I can not
I get told a lot what I can’t do
So I succeed at being ill
I survived leukemia and several asthma attacks
Also I will climb 200 feet in an alone journey but don't matter that fact
But my existence here is only left to learn in my mother’s will
She said she loved me, only for the reason that the press wanted that
Its rigid being born looking like a Latino and being Black
Double segregation, People can’t see all my lies are for good
So I keep on doing what I should
That is doing better for me, then anyone who really cared
That last thing my sister said to me was that she’s scared
20 questions I wished I could ask the people above me
But it has come from where it all started
So I’m sending this form the border of mirage and faith
Grew up on the side that’s called the Heartless
Can yee go North to ensure my true pleasure?
A risk I’m willing to take
I want to know before mother's will is read
So I can stop the countless headaches in my head
Am I the reason for how I was treated?
Because it all was going swell
Until the day they slaughtered my family
And threw me into a well