"Oh isn't she so cute", I swear I hear that from everyone I meet, and while I have to admit I am pretty cute; don't be fooled, life hasn't been roses and sunshine. I grew up in the Wood-side Housing Project, it was as bad as it sounds, but only to outsiders. The people in my community showed me more love then my family did, I mean everyone seemed so nice but my mom always kept me locked in the house. I was never allowed to go outside or play with kids and having someone over the house forget about it; I rarely left the house but for school, that apartment was my HELL.
Grace teases me saying the milk man is my daddy, that's why I'm so light. She is just jealous cause I have long pretty hair and people give me lots of attention. Maybe if she wasn't always picking on me, maybe if I leave they will all be happier. A nine year old should not have to go through the things I have been through, my mom beats me all the time, there is never any food and they keep me locked up all day; I am a modern day Cinderella. OH sure, think I am having a "awww Michelle" moment but you wouldn't last a day in my life.
Not to long ago, to punish me, my mother had each of my sibling grab a limb, keep in mind I am the youngest of five, and she began to beat me. I was hit over 200 times for eating the box of chocolates that my sister was suppose to sell as part of a school fundraiser. I said that I was sorry but I was just so hungry and that was the only thing to eat; if I left the house I would have gotten beat so I ate her candy. I understand that I deserved to be punished but she didn't have to beat me the way she did.
My mother shows me no affection but is quick to punish me. I get that its not easy being a single mother of five but I didn't ask to be born; two years ago my mom said she wished she never had me. I know she meant it, her and my dad were happy before I came along; they got divorced after I was born. They probably blame me for my parents breaking up, that explains why my dad hates me and why my mom seem set on making me feel unwanted. Something about my birth broke up what was once a happy home, I wish I was never born.
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