I sit in my room crying out my lights.
Im trying to figure out why my christmas lights.
I loved to sit around my room, because everyday i got hit with a broom.
I could not figure out why I got hit all the way to my room.
I look on my side in seen all my womb.
I was so scared that I ran into my mom room.
She sat there in acted like everything was a life teaching moment.
But I could not stand looking at her that moment.
How could a mother watch her kids get beat.
Many nights we went without nothing to eat.
When I went to school my friends use to be on fleek.
I was never dirty so my room always stayed neat.
I went nights sleeping on the floor which was my so called bedroom with no cover or heat.
I rush to my my to ask why was she letting us get beat.
I never got a answer so I started walking with my feet.
He left one day in I went to the store.
On my way back I seen him in the door.
I was so scared, I didn't even finish my chore.
I hid what I stole in the back in went in the house just to get beat with a bat.
He beat my brother first, in left me to be last
He beat me everywhere with that wood and called me a black ass.
I tried to get away, but he had a strong grip.
He beat me for a good 15 minutes before I got away.
When I got away I ran to my mom in said I'm going to the police station.
All she said was lavette how you gone get to the police station.
Right then in there I hated her guts for that.
I just could not believe that she had just said that.
I ran out the door in bust out crying.
I look at my body in seen how bruised it was, I had marks down from my head to my toe.
I wanted to run away but I was young in did'nt know where to go or how to run away.
I went back in the house.
He called me to the back to his room.
my mom was still where she was.
He told me goodnight.
That means lay on the floor because that was so called my room.
I layed down I was still crying.
I looked over at my brother, he was crying in looking sad.
It made me cry more because I put him through it.
There was a knock on the door.
The next thing I know my mom came to the back telling us that the police was at the door.
Otis jump out the bed in got dress.
I ran to show the police my scars they did nothing but look.
Otis told them that we were stealing in he whoop us.
But that was not really the story.
We all went back where we were.
Otis ask who called the police we never knew called.
Life just been hell for me is swear it have.
I just wanted a normal like other kids.
But I never got that, that's why im the way i am now in no one could change it but god and he did.
All I can ever think of now is why my mama kept going back to him.
Why she kept picking a man before her kids.
Why she never treated us like her own.
But she finally realized what really was happening when all her kids got taken from her.
I still love my mom till this day no matter what.
But my dad on the other hand, he can suck a dick and die sorry.
Life, LIFE LIFE..........
