Thank You Ma'am Poem

I felt like I was carrying my whole life in one hand.
No one has ever done anything nice for me.
No one.
After I turned twelve, I was on my own.
Stealing was only thing I know.
But that woman changed me.
I lied to her about the suede shoes.
I mother lays sick in her bed as in roam the streets for money.
I tried looking for her.
Day and Night.
I tried out for jobs.
Day and Night.
And sometimes
I stole.
Day and Night.
I didn't ask for this life,
but Incan change it.
And I will always remember who helped me.
Mrs. Luella Bates Washington Jones.