I lost my sister
to drugs, and took in her
two daughters to raise.
Mya and Janice grew
to hate me, but I
don’t blame them and neither
should you.  I was too
hard on them, thinking that
discipline would save
them from their mother’s fate.
But all I did was
drive them back to the street.

I was supposed to
keep them safe but I failed.
May God forgive me.
I swear I tried my best.