My mom was pregnant with me
When my father threw his phone
It shattered
And glass filled the street
I was 9 months old
When my dad tackled my mom
Right in front of me
Fearing for her life
She began to freeze
I was 3
When I was raped for the first time
It was my uncle
Now I was a sex slave
only a child
I was 6
When I went pee
And saw blood
I began to scream
My body was falling apart
Because he kept raping me
I was 8
When my father moved in
Then he tried to kill my mom
He strangled her
And she became faint
I was 9
When my dad broke a picture
The only one of our family
Cutting his hand
Upon the shards of shattered glass
As my dad bleed
I was reminded that my family was gone
And so, I fled
I was 10
When I tried to commit suicide
I wanted to die
But it wasn't my time
I was 11
When my mom found out about the secret
The one me and my uncle worked to hide
I held her as she wept
I felt so lost
I had nothing left
I was 14
When my dad left
Again, and again
I tried to commit suicide
Attempt number 2
Still, not my time
I was 15
When I learned the truth
Somewhere between the lies; somewhere within time
I finally knew
Each broken memory
Reminds me
Of whom I am
A burden
That is somehow meant to be.
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Where The Grass Grows
PoetryA poetry collection about life & death, love, loss, & grief. Written through the lens of a 15-17-year-old girl. These poems are a collection of my story. Take care of them. They mean the world to me.
