“I feel that life isn’t treating me good, but I refuse to give up on it.”
Most proud in myself? Patience. And gratitude. I was born and raised on a farm in Roseville, Tennessee. I was the black sheep of the family because I was different from the rest of them. Then I started drinking and they told me I was no good. I learned through the years to cover the pain, cover not to feel that way.
For the last couple of decades, I have been trying, but it gets worse and worse. I lost one of my eyesight to glaucoma and nearly lost the other one, but I’m still trying. I feel that life isn’t treating me good, but I refuse to give up, I refuse to give up on life. It can’t be no worse, it got to get better, right? Do not give up! The world is cruel, cruel justice systems, but just don’t give up. The poor, the middle class, the workers. . . we need each other to make the world a better place; don’t give up!
I’m waiting patient. To get off these streets, have a home to go to, shower, eat, watch the Worriers. Yes, the Worriers, he laughs. You know, I just want some peace.
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