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If I documented all of the words Shouts And for existing as a female One would think I were crazy To allow such a thing So year by year , growing stronger in self awareness Sometimes depression, and I myself have faught back verbally, i lie to teachers and friends that I have bronchitis or singing too much. to lose my voice for weeks to his his rage received a deeper voice and more feminine taunting Used Condoms layed across the bathroom sink From an Adam4Adam visit Or a phone conversation where my name is permanantly B.I.T.C.H or W.I.T.C.H or " that ____ a Feminist" Being a feminist.. Isn't that someone who stands for women's rights ? Is exisiting with him considered being a feminist because I have female organs as he reminds me Overhearing a phonecall with his friends " that bitch on her PMS. She got her bloody tampons inside of her.ahahahhahahah she so ugly and stupid. " His friends come by and they say hey Noel make sure you buy more tampons ahahaha As my mother lays in bed On her side..eating chicken Watching Scandal Here he is high from his "weed" and cursing me out again Tall towering above 6'5" his tan skin beautiful lips and curly black shine of hair, pointed toe standing leaning on one foot, yelling at the top of his lungs That I will never be nothing That I should go get some Dick Today. I document. I recorded him on my audio phone and I will continue everytime. It is my way of documenting. Because my mother doesn't care when he threw me across the floor and punched me in my mouth and ripped my dress My mother didn't care when my father broke down my bedroom door and ripped off my dress and threw me in he corner because I would not give him my cell phone because I was going to call the police on ny brother who just threatened to kill me Because my mother said Noel it's you! All you have to do is keep your mouth shut but you always open your mouth and he hit you and you deserve it So today. He called me a victim and that we should all cry in a sarcastic voice. I pulled out my cellphone of him yelling alone , as he made a catchy ryhme called " the bitch need some dick. Dick dick dick. That bitch need some dick. Dick.dick..bitch you ugly. I look better than you." At 29 years old and unemplyoed smoking a joint in the house, he once had sex with a married man and left the toilet filled with feces When I told my mother. She said " oh please Noel your room is a mess as well" Today I document. Today I document. Today. I finally document.
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