I never wanted things for myself when I was a teenager. I was accustomed to not having much. All that really mattered to me was my stereo. And my stepdad always made sure that I had one. Wether it was my broken boom box or my first stereo with duel cassette & a record player. My 14 yr old self hid in my blanket fort with my boom box, fingers poised & ready to hit record the second a song I loved started to play on the radio. Once I got my stereo I felt like royalty. It didn't really matter who liked me. I didn't know how to talk to boys anyways. They thought I was a tease because I didn't let them take advantage of me. The one who gave me my baby waited through 9 month of dating before he got to have his way with me. Our baby grew beautifully & she fulfilled so many promises of love never given to me. On my hip she'd sing, always chattering & smiling up at me. Purposeful hands holding so much beauty. Walked the streets proudly as a new mommy. Wanting everything for her to be a possibility. A life filled with glee and little tragedy. But some things got by me and she couldn't escape anything. She still grew up amazingly. Full of rage & lit by the comfort of water. Magically she fulfills her own destiny. Independent and free. And sometimes, she still smiles at me. And when she does, I know my life has meaning. She needs the mother in me. She's one of my favorite parts of me 💛 and her mother is all I ever wanted to be.
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Non-FictionMy life has been an intense journey from a little girl who was beaten down and abused into believing that she was worthless, to a woman at 43 years of age who is still desperately searching for who she truly is. I found her though. I did. And she wr...
