By Jamiea Jackson
My sister whose name is Tavona has been through a lot
She's seen all that you got
When she was young she was loved by many
Until one of those many passed in a hurry
Her father was shot in an alley
And she was nothing but about seven or ten years of age
She felt the need to have a father in her life
Which wasn't her fault that one simple night
She grew up in harmony and pain
And fought everyone that messed with her pain.
She grew up in a bad situation
When she got older, she got in a bad girl place
And talk into everyone's face
Now she's trying real hard to do a better job.
I took her name
Because I kinda feel her pain.
