Yesterday I learned for sure I have my fathers eyes
Most likely my grandmas thighs
No more unknowing demise
Lost the feeling of despise
So many past night unheard cries
Asking why
I still got by
Small fry
So shy
But full of tries
YOU ARE READING
This is my truth
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...
