The Hard Life of a Lovely Flower

MOM ??

Well what can I say about the woman who gave birth to me and sometimes joked about aborting me. She was a mother true a very abusive, manipulative one of course but a mother nothing the less. Since I was a little girl she did her best to let everyone think she was a good mom.Even with beating me for being a"naughty" little child. I guess you can say I deserved the bruises and name calling I did receive. When social service became involved when I was Seven she began to become well worse. When they called me into the office asking have I ever been beaten or hit for being "Bad" at my school in California Jacobson I responded with the truth because My Nana said it was bad to lie. I explained the norms of being beaten with a switch and a cable cord across my face and back and I would cry for hours and developed a fear of my parents. Trying to always be good but my siblings would find me trouble with them and I would be beaten.

 When I tried running she would have my older brother catch me and then Id be stretched out praying she would use a belt but no I would get poles and sticks and my bottom and arms and back would be sore and full of welts and sometime id bleed a bit. They seemed calmed and told me I was excused and off to class I went. Days Later my mother asked if I said anything and I shook my head Yes and got in trouble for it. Her and my father said whatever goes on in the house stays in. So Next tine they made sure to have My older sister Lakiaira with me when they asked again she spoke saying my mother would just send us to time outs I tried to say something else but my sister said not to or else we could get in trouble with mom. So I stayed silent and they never asked anymore. My fathers mother aka Nana decided to take me in........