I created this in hope of finding my birth siblings Paula Moore, James Pilgrim, Bobby Ray Pilgrim and the other one is unknown to me. I am the daughter of the (deceased) Kenneth Anderson Black Pilgrim and Barbara Bell Franklin and also for people to know or also compared to my feelings in my poem and related to it or just know nobody in the world has a perfect life. I've always wanted to be happy and loved for as long as I could remember because I've been sexual, physical and mental abused for as long as I can remember all the way to age 15 and I was about to turn 16 in four months and then I finally build up enough courage to figured out a plan on how to get to someone who could help me and get me out of there and I finally left my old abusive adopted family home and now I'm in a level 2 group home and I just turned 17 years old on March 1,2022. Also, just got accepted into a 16-21 program where I can live on my own.
Looking & searching for true love,
Painfully Failing twice,
Finally, I gave up, tired of feeling hurt like after a fall from a painful shove,
Finally, I called a truce.
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All my life,
I have felt nothing but terrible bad pain,
My day by day daily life feels like being stabbed by a knife,
Bruises, scars and wounds is something daily I gain.
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Black, white, mix, albino, women, men, young, old, homosexual, heterosexual, rich, poor, it doesn't matter we fight,
Until are chains are tight,
And it ain't right.
On the inside we are the same,
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Cry myself to sleep,
My heart has a hole so too deep.
From a search of true love,
Wondering when I get to see the beautiful dove.
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I give up, I don't want to live anymore,
Why hold on to life when you have no reason to be alive? ,
It hurts to remember the broken promises people swore,
I have no family, no friends, and nobody to give me a reason to live.
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