I was young.
Seven weeks old to be exact.
My mom was in one of her moods.
She threw a glass vase at me in the crib.
It shattered and the glass came into my skin.
I still have it in me and at times it hurts so bad I wanna cry.
But that's not me, I don't cry.
If you feel my lower abdomen you may be able to feel pieces of it.
My mom is an alcoholic.
When she gets drunk, she's gone.
She changes completely.
She yelled to me as she was walking out.
She yelled, " I never wanna see your rat face again you little slut."
I didn't know what I did.
I had no clue why she hated me, she just did.
I was just a little girl, I didn't even know what anything was.
I couldn't talk all I could do was scream and cry.
