just me

(my life's story)

This is just an intro so you can know more about me.

Just so you know this stuff is real and personal this is my life. I wont be able to cover everything and somethings I won't on purpose but if you have any questions just ask. I'm a reasonable guy so I won't get offended by what you ask. Thank you for taking your time out to know who I am.

Hello people Its me Corey.

I don't know how these things are supposed to go, but I guess I'll start with me. So you already know my name. Corey Lowe. But do you know my middle name?

No? 

Well here it is.
Jerome.

Yup Jerome. Sounds masculine huh? I guess. I have 6 other siblings. I know what your thinking. "your mom had seven children! dang. "

No.

She only had four. My dad is black. Just saying. Before he met my mom he was with another woman she was also black. I forgot her name but they had 3 children.

1- Ronald volley
2- Roneisha Volley
3- Anthony volley

There all older than me. There like in there 20s. Later on my dad left her and found my mom she is Hispanic. Than BAM I was born. But later in life he left my mom for another woman.

I grew up not knowing who the hell Ronald Vincent Lowe was. Aka my dad. But I didn't care. or at least tried not to.

Than further on it was just me and mom.  Until Bobby came along. He was the definition of a stereotypical Mexican. My step dad.  He and my mother had 3 children also.

1- Sara promo
2- Brianna promo
3- Isiah Christopher

Don't ask me why my little brother has a different last name. They just thought it sounded nice. Or at least that's what they tell me.

They are all younger than me, like 4, 10, and 12.

So those are my siblings.

What else to talk about. Oh okay.
I grew up with my mom. Just me and her and my three younger siblings. They where all I had. Until my mom fell prey to drugs.

Fucking drugs, I hate your stupid face.

So than the neighbor kept an eye on us all the time when my mom went out secretly doing drugs with total strangers. One day my neighbor had had enough. So she called Cps.

Do you know what that is?  Well for those of you who don't, it's an organization that takes you away from your family and places you with a new one. Total strangers.

They don't give a fuck about you or where they place you. The new family could be worse than the old one. But they don't care.

Cps stands for child protective services. I sure as hell didn't feel protected.

But on the lighter side when she called Cps my sisters got to go with there dad. Not me though he was a huge racist. He hated black people with a passion.

And since I'm half and half blaxican, that's what I like to call it. He would always say I'm shit and that people like me stain and fuck up his race. That I just need to die. Every time he would say that, I would stare him in the eye thinking that I'm proud of my two cultures.

But on the inside I was wishing with every bone in my body that I would just crumple and die. Getting off topic, sorry.

Like I said my sisters went with there dad and i was somehow stuck with mom. But I didn't care, she's mom. I love her no matter what she does.

So than it was just me and her. We stayed in shelter after shelter. It was rough. The food was bad, I mean bad. Rotten, burnt, leftovers you name it. But I was hungry I would eat nothing all day because mom would have no money to buy food. Some nights I went hungry because other grownups would take my food, when mom wasn't around.  They warned me not to say anything or else. I was a kid only about 9 so I was scared to death.

I had to sleep in a tiny room with my mom. We couldn't have any electronics of any kind. No radio, phone, CD player, laptop, nothing.

We napped on iron beds. Trust me that's a lot on your back every night.
We roamed the streets of Houston like all the other homeless people begging for food and money.

But it wasn't all that bad. I got to see other kids I knew from elementary. And go to day care after school. Finish my homework and than watch movies with the other kids.

It was a lot to handle. It was making me depressed and all types of fucked up. So than some how my mom found my grand parents.

They agreed to take me in so I wouldn't have to be in the streets by day and shelters by night. I lived with them for a whole year.

It was cool, we went to a different church every Sunday. My grand parents are super religious. Christians. I went to a new middle school. Made new friends. And everything.

I started failing and acting up in my classes. Thinking I could get away with it but boy was I wrong. I got home one Tuesday and got my ass whooped real good. I tried to tell them it's because of everything going on in my life.

Grandpa wasn't buying it. To him it was a free pass to act up. Which I wanted it to be.( Did I tell you my grandparents where black. No?  Well now you know. There my dads parents.)

I know I'm not the only one who's done that. You know who you are. Free passes are everything to a kid.

So than a stayed with them for a while longer. And Christmas came up, or really the beginning of December. And guess who showed up. Ronald Vincent Lowe. After all these years my father and his sorry ass finally wants to be there for me.

Nigga please.

My grandparents gave me a choice. I could live with dad or go back with mom. You already know who I chose.
Yep, Ms.bigbird herself . My momma.
( Ughh my fingers hurt. I've been texting for a while. It's 3:00am I should be asleep. I'll Finish tomorrow good night friends and strangers.)

( just to leave off on a happy note. What is black, white and red all over? a burning old photo. Lame but still.)
(good night see you tomorrow.)