Survival Poem by Wyatt B

Strange

You may see me in a group home

Judge me for my crimes

 But no matter what you say

I know I’m divine

 You may see my past and you may ask

what made you do these things

But I will say, by the way,

I made some choices wrong

You may see my heart strong and tart

And know that I am strong

 But no matter what I will survive

I will strive because I have the drive 

To make my life worth living

 So today I will go back to this jail

but I know that it’s my fault that I live in this hell

You may see me today and it’s not hard to know

that I have made a change

I have this feeling warm and fuzzy

and it’s even kind of

Strange