Grew with a mother but no Mr. Carter.
Grew with no money which made it much Harder.
Night time's I was alone while Mother worked.
Taught myself to cook and clean, while the nighttime lurked.
Some see my life as sad and rough while I just see reasons to work so much Harder.
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