I Got My Ghetto Rhymes...

I was searching through my files on the computer earlier today looking for something that i can't even remember right now.  But luckily i stumbled upon a long lost gem.  Oh, it's quite beautiful i tell you.

You see, before the dramatic life change last October i used to be surrounded daily by people that were...well, let's just say different than everything i've ever been used to.  

I got to work with adorable (and sometimes quite violent) kiddos everyday that for whatever various reasons had been placed in foster care.  So i worked with them and their families to take care of their needs and try to get them to a place where they (hopefully) could be reunited.

I'm just telling you, you should be shaking your fists at fate right now that i did not blog back then.  Because i would have been able to come home every single day with unbelievable/incredible/hilarious stories.  Of course some days i was so depressed by the state of some of these families that you probably would have gotten the brunt of that as well.  So maybe it's a good thing....

Woah, i digress.

I also got to work with quite a few teenagers.  These were usually the cases that most of my co-workers despised getting.  And for good reason...most of these teens literally would make your life a living hell.  All of the years of abuse and neglect in addition to the instilling of absolutely no values at all in the home made some of these kids have some serious issues.  

And i was definitely not without my gripes about some of these cases.  But for so many of them all it really took was someone not completely disregarding them and their opinions to begin to show who was behind the front they put up.  

One of these guys was D.  D was not one of my cases but spent a considerable amount of time in my office.  He was frequently suspended from school and was constantly changing foster homes so he was at the office a lot in-between these "transitions".  

One of these days at the office he brought me in a poem that he had written for his girlfriend at school.  And i was amazed.  Who knew that behind all of the toughness (that eventually landed his butt in jail) was a creative poet.  Different type of poetry than i'm used to of course, but still...i had no idea he had this in him.  And so it's only fair that i share it with the world.  Because friends, this is a fine piece of work.

Not a Quarter or a Dime but a (Nicole)

i dnt want all d's other quarters, dimes, and bankrolls

all i want is my one special (nicole)

without my nicole i feel so retarded

i might be tha fancy car but u tha keys dat get it started

see im da class clown dummy and u da smart, patient teacher 

im da everyday sinner but u my sunday school preacher

if i wuz on fire u'd be da water dat puts me out 

if my life wuz like crooked teeth u'd be da braces that straightens me out 

but ill help u 2, when u feelng down i come takeaway the pain 

if its stormy outside im ya umbrella dat protects u from da rain 

im yo bodyguard dat protects u from d's chumps 

im da proactive dat gets rid of your bumps

im ya peroxide dat heals all your cuts and sores 

im ya armor dat protects u when u goin 2 wars

ur like a diamond inda dirt dat aint been found

ur like da queen of da world but aint been crown'd

ur like a unicorn, u cant be caught 

ur like a special artifact that cant be bought 

ur like an antique that can neva be sold 

cause all da money in da world wont add up 2 one (Nicole)