My Life growing up

by daisy   Nov 3, 2006


Once again im back feeling the same felling again like weeks ago, it seem like she against me but once again i just let her words flow, every time she get into an argument with him she takes it out on me, agruements with this man two r three times in a roll, I keep telling her this man is retarded n slow, just let dis man go

I still have memories when my mamma use to wake me in the middle of the night, tears rolling down my face because she\'s telling me about her life, couple weeks latter havig grown men wanting to cut off my finger with a knife,

I only had six years to live as a baby seven years to live as a child, seven years to live as a teen but the rest to live as an adult, I look back on my childhood n think it as all my fault, my mother has raise me on her own n i no everything she has tought

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