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Childhood

Contributed by sara-beara on Wednesday, 20th June 2007 @ 05:05:34 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

My young years not worth living
being beat almost everyday
waking up on the floor
because they didn’t love me.

Foster care can be the worst thing
for a small child like I was
more or less for anybody.

Some in their for only a few months
and others for years.
Then going back home with
with my mom was great either.

I couldn’t see my father,
I still cant to this very day
I went through fazes were he was as only
my sperm donor nothing more nothing less
that’s all he was to me.

But now as and older girl
I figured out how hard
My life actually was.
Everyone thinks I’m Ok
But I’m really not

I’ve been raped
sexually abused in other ways
forced to do things I don’t want to do.

I’ve learned my lesson now
not to trust way older guys
but I'll always have those flashbacks
when that stuff happened

Something bad happened again
I got raped for the last time [I hope]
this time the worst thing happened
I got pregnant.

But thank god
I lost it. I wasn’t sure if I wanted it
but now I know that I wouldn’t be in school
people would make fun of me even more
I never thought that would happen to me

"But you should wish for the best and expect the worst"
As my step-dad always tells me

Everyone says I’m going to be Ok
but I really don’t believe them
so everyday I just tell myself:

"I will get through this day like nothing has happened"

Copyright © sara-beara ... [ 2007-06-20 05:05:34]
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Re: Childhood (User Rating: 1 )
by mimi13 on Wednesday, 20th June 2007 @ 07:07:26 AM AEST
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wow. it's a great poem. i dont know what to say but how strong you are to go through all that. best of luck in the future!!!

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