The Way Out

The God that found me in a little town was still with me when I was in the hunting grounds of the inner city. There is always a portal that takes you into a battle, this was mine.  I was thrown into a small apartment with roaches and no bedroom of my own. The school I was now required to attend had many different races, I was raised in an all white community. There were girls in my fourth grade class who were sixteen, and seventeen years old, some barely spoke English. There was a great deal of talk about sexual relationships, nude pictures, drugs.