My birth name is Legend Filipino Egyptian Bolden. HOLD UP, stop... For all you observers out there, your wrong. I have no Egyptian blood in me as far as I know. Though my grandmother on my biological mother's side was all Filipino and her husband was full Caucasian. Although, on my biological father side his mother and father were fully African American. So, yeah. Chill... But, anyhow my new name is Legend John Jones. Yes, LIKE JOHN LEGEND I KNOW!
I have a brother his birth name was Chance Timothy Bolden. He is really tall now. With olive skin and rough hair. He inherited our biological mothers drawing skill. He is a skilled artist, better than most I would say. So good in fact he won 2nd place in a National Drawing Contest. For those of you out there who are bronies and use +Google. You may know him as CJButter.
On, to my biological mother... Velma Woods. Diagnosed with maniac depression. Or, BI-POLAR. She was prescribed medication and provided therapy. She went with it for about a week or two... Then she started dumping the medication down the toilet and refusing therapy. She beat me... Physically, emotionally, and mentally.
Moving on to my biological father. I am not going to lie. Ever hear the line, "My dad must of had his pansies up in a bunch, cause he split. I wonder if he ever kissed me goodbye. No on second thought I just wished he would die?" It's Cleaning out My Closet by Eminem. It's kind how I feel. Anyway, my biological father was really ever around. He was only around when there was money involved. So, no paying for childcare.
Anyway, that basically sums up the entire first chapter of story.
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Bruised Not Broken
Non-FictionI titled this book, "Bruised Not Broken" because I am a survivor of child abuse. People like me may be referred to as "broken" emotionally. No, we are just bruised and we will heal.
