A chapter in my life
At the age 14 I took a moment
To think
About all the discriminations
Brought against me
Because you see
When I was only 5
My daddy taught me how to
Survive
The cruel world we live.
Where one day ill die.
I was taught to fight
With my left and right
To protect my pride.
When i turned the age of 7
Daddy took me on his
Business trips
To trade and deal
Something called
Cocain and maryjane
I was only 7
I didnt understand the game.
Till one day I paid the price
That my daddy didnt pay
Sitting in chair
Has tied behind my back
Bandana over my eyes
And the sound of
Chatter between two men
In an instant I heard shots fire
Bandana comes off
I see my father
Blood on his hands
I only saw a monster
He said
" Never be scared, fear makes you weaker "
At the age of 9
I watched my mama covered
In bruises
From the hand of my step father
It wasnt soon until
Me and my sister
Became victums too.
To these cruel abuses
Blood drpping down my face
I didnt cry
I took the pain as it came.
Every summer
We would go see my daddy
Back where we were born
Up in cali
It was a joyous moment
For my sister I mean
But for me it was when step cousin
Took away my innnocence
As a kid you see.
I cried every night
Drowned in pan
Thinking..
"Lo Odio el maltido asqeroso"
When we got back mama
Id hug her
And tel her I love her.
At the age 11
I knew my life was never
a haven
The day came
With my litte sister and brother
When we were
Put into foster care
With some lady who's
Name went by Ohma
Ohma never fed us well.
Id starve at night
I gave my ood
To my brother and sister
Cause they werent as strong as me
People always asked what was
The best day of my life
Id always respond
The day I got to come home with
My mama again.
So whenever someone
Tries to put me down.
brush it off, because its
Nothing to what happen to me then.
I might not have
Happy beginning.
But that doesnt mean
I won have
A Happy Ending.
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