I wrote this poem as a testimony to prove that your beginnings don’t have to affect your outcome. Being that my mom was addicted to drugs when I was a kid, I suffered from low self-esteem. The kids in the neighborhood knew about her addiction and always picked at us about it. They called me and my siblings “crack babies”. I’ll never forget it. It hurt but it became my determination to be more than what they called me. I’m here now to let others know that names and titles mean nothing like actions. Rise up and show that you’re more than what people call you. Share this one with anyone who needs this type of motivation.