I can still remember the day like it was yesterday I keep asking my self why.... why didn't you do anything.... why didn't you help... why didn't you just go home when mom called.... why didn't you listen.. just why?..... then I remember why I broke down in Tracey living room begging her to let me stay one more night it all just hit me....
I can remember everything now it's just why... why would someone who gave birth to you put you through so much pain and hurt...I thought a mother was suppose to love and protect you, shield you from harms way do everything in her power to make sure your not getting abused or being harmed I thought a mother was a loving.. sweet... caring person who loves you no matter what I thought a mother was a superhero or a blanket to cover you from the hurt and pain of the world but I was wrong... well I mig he just be wrong about my mother.
I just can't believe why would a mother put her
children in harms way or let a man spilt up her family.. I thought a mother always put her kids above it all over a man and over money and sex and lust...but I was wrong.... my mother let a man tear her family apart she let this man use and abuse her kids she let this monster take advantage of her kids who where helpless even when they cried for her to help she didn't... she sat and watched this man beat her kids unconscious force feed them bugs this man starved us and sexually abused my siblings... this man did horrible things to my brothers things I can't even talk about.. he robbed my brothers and took our childhood he took things away from us we can never forget or get back this man took more then my family he took my only hope for life..
I believe everyone has a story and everyone has a pass... I believe everyone deserves justice and freedom of speech to express their self and their story.. women...men....children.. everyone has a story and everyone deserves to tell the story of life and I'm here to tell mines and to help out anyone who has ever been through the pain and suffering I had to go through... I'm here for you I'm here to fight with you and for you to tell your story to the world too ...I'm here for all the Foster kids who didn't get to tell their story...I'm here for you
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I Am Her And She Is Me
General FictionI'm here to give all foster kids a voice... I'm here to tell my story and to reach out and connect with all broken survivors I'm here for the ones who need to know they are not alone and to tell them it wasn't your fault I'm here to help you... I am...
