My life in the beginning was not easy…
But I won’t say anything cheesy.

When I was born
My family was already torn.

My dad would fight with my mom in a way with such violence.
But my mother would use me as a shield…so she wouldn’t get hit.

My life went on till I was ten when I began to understand…

My father was a was a wife beater…My mother a broken woman

My other two sisters…trouble makers from the day they came to be born.

They ditched and swore and said that our lives were a big bore.
In the core of my very soul…I wished I could be something more…

More than son or brother…I waned to become something the world has never known…

But…they say it’s not possible…

Years went past when at last…My family was beginning to crumble…

My father went berserk…like a big jerk and went on and had a spasm.
My mother was about ready to throw him in a chasm when he awoke
Delusional and broken…

My mother will get a surgery to her stomach…
But she can’t go through anymore hearth ache…
So she kicked out my sister…

My older sister would complain and hate on us…
So we said that we had enough.

She cried and begged but in the sworn end
she said she won’t return…even if we suffer…

Cruel words they are but…who do they affect?

Me?

My mother?

Father?

My family?

Our family?

No…it affects us all…but does she care?

Not at all…

I have left out my younger brothers of the fights because…they do not grasp of the situation…

They know of what is happening…but I don’t want them to know the finer lines…

My life in poetry I have written

I am tired of bottling up what I feel…

Poetry is my release…from my torn apart family…