By David Jeffers
Copyright 2012 Somerset Publishing
Published by Smashwords
“No I don't!” I pleaded with my my mom after she asked me I had any idea where her wedding ring was. Truth is I know exactly were it was. It was under half an inch of glass in some South Carolina pawn shop. I sold it because I need to fund my trip. My trip? Oh well I’m leaving this place looking for freedom. As of right now that is my biggest concern. True liberty and that includes from this dictatorship of a house. Oh does seem that bad huh. Well maybe you should wait till I tell you a little bit more about my life before you start judging me. Well a few years ago I wrote this poem.