Much More

As a child, she stood hungry. Helpless with nothing. No family to hug her. No mother to love her. Theres' many times she stared in the face of abuse. Where was her father? It was as if he disappeared off the face of the earth. The only thing she had to hold on to was the well worn pillow that held many tears and her high hopes for something more. Yes, on the outside there was no emotion- she acted still and inhumane. Her affiliation with the streets became deep. She had to provide. She and her siblings had to survive. Refusing to go another day with her tummy reaching the peak of her ribs- she hugged every block. She,  as they say, held everything down. She targeted many, and accomplished plenty. They saw her as wreckless. The elderly claimed she was satan. Education to her wasn't relevant. School was a non-factor to her. Everyday was a curse- maybe more, but nothing less. She was hurt. Never did she realize she had someone there for her the entire time. ME. If no one else will, I will be there for her within every road she chooses to follow. I love her. I love me. I am Tyanna Couser.