through the eyes

was a little young lady my name was Beatrice my parents got kicked out cuz they couldn't afford the lease we lived in streets and we regularly eat rotting food thrown away by strangers but it got stranger all the dangers became louder and my father became a pastor of saint Mathew, a first step they gave us a house to live in, close to church but it was rough with nigga iced out on purps for a girl my age i was rough, dishonest and lust cuz i wanted wealth for my parents and cous all for a cause but it almost left to the end of my mother's life, the strive to wealth rly delt with us like Santa's elf we felt small cuz we poor and i thought of my future kids i wanted them to live like kings and venture to greater things but am here in 1996 wen i got my first degree in undergrad in unical where living wasn't we all agree its mutual and we lived unusually in a hostel then from there i ventured met a man named Kelly who I didnt rly fancy but he fancy me and always wanted to talk he stole my number git d rizz i thought he was sweet. there where many times we couldnt do it anymore but we powere through especially long distances wen we was in school its a rule to always talk to each other i did mine in a pool wen i was in Ghana doing my masters