Hey guys good morning or really good afternoon no, good night?
I guess I haven't really been doing my job keeping up with the journal logging. Its 10:14 past the noon right now. So yeah.
Hey, remember when I said my dad used to abuse me. Well I found this book called.
Paint me like I am. By Nikki Giovanni.
Full of poems by teens. And I found two really good ones that made me cry because it spoke to me so much.
Here's the first. (immense cussing involved)
Diary of an abusive step father. By Jason tirado.
Wednesday it's 6 a.m.
It's 7 hours from the happy one.
So I have to deal with drinking beer.
And having to deal with you,
My bastard son.
Your mother that stupid bitch, she doesn't help.
Pick that shit up before I hit you with the fucking belt.
Your pathetic, every day you get dumber and dumber,
The only reason you're here is cause I Had no rubber. I despise you, I don't even know why I try to help my family when "YOU" make me go back
To the bottle.
The only reason I drink is cause you get me stressed, how you used to cry
And make a fucking mess,
I hated the day you were put on this earth, that's why I told the
Doctor I'm not your dad,
Just a friend of your mom before birth,
Your a bastard!
Did you hear what the fuck I said?
Now wipe that up before I hit you
Across your fucking head!
Don't forget to pick my clothes up from off the floor,
Don't you hear that dumb ass?
Get it - Its the fucking door!
Who's that?
ACS?
Who they here for, me?
What, they got a problem with beating you since you were 3?
They also say you haven't gone to
School in quite a while
What do they know?
They can't tell me shit,
Your my child!
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Here's the second
Diary of an abused son. By Jayson tirado.
Stop it Dad!
I'm tired of you screaming and yelling! And for god's sake stop hitting me.
Don't you know I'm eleven.
You brought me here, I didn't ask to be, if you had any heart you'd stop drinking and take care of me.
I'm tired of the beatings!
You attack me for no reason!
It didn't matter what reason. It didn't matter what time
Is just didn't matter.
In the heat or in the cold.
And I bet you thought that no one
Knows, well I did tell someone.
Some nice guy on the phone, his numbers 9-1-1
Now I bet I won't be picking up your stuff anymore.
But where your going, forget your clothes.
Don't drop the soap on the floor,
Now your in a 10 by 12 all by
Yourself.
All because you lost your temper
And started using a belt.
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Wow I know so..... Sad and mean. When I first read it, it made me angry and sad and scared and vulnerable. It just brought back memory's. (sighhh)
that's all I wanted to show y'all to day. Bye guys see you tomorrow. :)
YOU ARE READING
just me
Acak- THIS IS NOT A DIARY - - I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DIARY - I think. this is just a book of the things I do. you know the average Joe stuff. who knows what's in here. ...
