Hi My Name is Gina, I'm a wife and mother of 9. Last year has been very very tough for I & my family. I want to say, my husband and I are very Hard working People. My Husbands Job ended when 2 thugs rob him then shot him because he was not moving fast enough. The Bullet Shattered his pelvis then landed above his rectum. The Doctors can not remove it. While going through the pain of this tragedy, we were told by one of our twins doctors that he had to have major surgery. while I'm going back and fourth between doctors for my husband and son. My 7yr old broke his foot. Then things just go down hill from there. My car breaks down and can not be fix. I have no money for nothing else because I was laid off of my Property Management Job when the company went out if business. The bills are piling up, we do not know what to do. Our Gas get's Shut Off. Now, when we think it can not get any worse. My 18 yr old Step daughter commits Suicide on 9-9-09. We did not have any money nor Insurance to plan a funeral. I Beg, Borrow, and sold what I can out of my home so that we could give her a Respectable Funeral. I Take care and provide for my family. If You can, Please Lend a helping hand. We would be most gracious. Our children are very good kids. Honor roll, no trouble at all. I currently write Inspirational poems to deal with The Tragedy, Pain, and Hard ach that My entire family, friends & others are going through. I Frame and Sale my Poems. All Proceeds from each poem sold goes to help someone in need! Here is a Poem that I wrote over the Christmas Holidays, Thank You & God Bless EveryOne!: 
There's No Santa in da Ghetto!
When Christmas comes around, everyone thinks it's great.
Just ask the kids in the ghetto, where christmas is always late.
It's Bright, It's beautiful and full of Light.
Not here in da ghetto. Christmas is never right.
You see all the little kids. Their as happy as can be.
Look very close, Behind the ghetto mystery.
There's no santa in da ghetto! we all know better than that.
Stop making our children promises. when we live with the facts.
In the better neighborhoods, where there's glitz and glam.
we love to at least dream that for our kids before the holiday slam.
You know the slam of the pressure when you can not buy your kids a gift.
Then you do what ever it takes in the freezing cold and you just come up stiff.
There's no dam santa in da ghetto! you're blessed if you have a mom or a dad.
That's where the gifts are coming from if you're lucky, If not that's very sad.
May be some day. The fortunate will bring santa to da ghetto like we know they could.
We have many deserving children that expect santa to show up, and they should.
so when you do your holiday shopping for your special love ones list'
Think about the children in da ghetto that always get missed.
By: Genevieve James {P.E.P}
Pure Encouragement Poems 
Thank You & God Bless EveryOne!
