I really didnt know her as a child but I recognized her smile. My grandmother kept telling me she was apart of me she even told me I was this ladys child.
Crazy right, it seems to me she was missing the first three years of my life. I had no known memories up until the age of four it was like I was hidden in the dark and I had just came to light. Im steady asking myself do you remember her? No, but I do remember the foster mom I was with is this suppose to be a imitation of her?
Through the years I got to know her, she was dark but cold and at the same time I felt bad for her because she revealed her past. Rape and molestation mixed with crack-cocaine with a shot of prostitution made her grow up fast, in the streets I mean.
As a parent NO, she couldnt be one because she was dedicated to her arch enemy?Life? The ways of the world. She couldnt take care of what she would call me her Special girl. She left me in the darkest stage of my life age nine I had to man up fast if I wanted to even try to make something of my young life.
A couple years prior I was faced with molestation by a man I called evil. He had no heart, every chance he would get he was at it again because he had will. I told her but what did she do but get fingers pointed at me I was even called a liar. See she was supposed to protect me from all harm but he was doing things unimaginable like he had a grudge against her.
Depressed that was us both because when I looked in the mirror I saw her and it was vice versa. I would soon grow up with hate and strife on my heart that I even wanted to commit murder, on myself.
911 couldnt help me my body was to numb without me even pulling a trigger. I had to change it around if I wanted to be a better figure. To my future and my new reflection, my daughter ME.
This is to be continued im not done with Her im not done with Me.
