Sasha Bruce

Going once, going twice I guess my whole life is sold

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Last time I seen my father was when I was probably about twelve years old
He use to always tell me about his whole life in jail
He said when he grew up he never took an “L”
And when he finally failed , in his mind he never failed
Money, Cars, and clothes, 30’s, 40’s and hoes, he always said he had those
But only God will ever know
Selling coke and weed in the heat, and even the cold
Going once, going twice I guess my whole life is sold
Cause he always says he love me but his love is unknown

-The young person who wrote this poem resides at the Sasha Bruce House and participates in this summer’s musicology program. The program allows young people to reflect on their life experiences through artistic expression. Among the benefits of participating in the group, young people have the chance to explore their creative talents while engaging in activities that encourage personal development.