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Dakota

When I was sixteen I was thrown into foster care after my mother Od’d on heroin My life up until then was no pretty picture, but at least I had a roof overshe’d been ses

My life consisted of school, hohborhood in between those two places I was very focused, because I knew that I had only one way out, a degree of some kind

My hopes weren’t too high I never alloweda little better than what I’d known is all I was hoping for So I learned froe to avoid bad company and stay focused in school

My friends were very few, mostly the rejects who nobody wanted to sit with because they weren’t considered popular enough Those are the ones I gravitated towards

I wanted nothing to do with h I loved her, because she was et away from her But I didn’t want it to happen this way

I’d always dreaet her the help she so desperately needed I’ve seen the pictures of her when she was younger, before she had me

And I could believe her when she said whenever she got pissed at me, that I had destroyed her life Mom used to be beautiful, exceptional even and it had led her down the wrong path at an early age

She clai the love and attention she needed at houy that told her she was beautiful she went to bed with

My father is an unknown face in the crowd So to be older than she was He was visiting from out of town and took her back to his hotel roo

Froh to know she shouldn’t be sharing, she told the saain Men were always so enamored of her they couldn’t help themselves