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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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