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Diary Entry

Daddy was… I don’t even remember but he wasn’t there
I don’t even remember why you were so angry
I got back home that night and my dog was lying in front of the garage
AT NIGHT in front of the garage!
I dial the keypad to get in the house but the door was locked and you took the key from its place so I couldn’t get in
I rang the doorbell
Knocked on the door
Rang the doorbell
Knocked on the door
But I didn’t make a scene
I carried my dog to the door on the fence, climbed over the fence, let my dog in and looked through the sliding glass door
You were asleep
I’m very happy for everybody that the sliding glass door wasn’t locked
I get inside and noticed you were passed out drunk!
The Grey Goose revealed it all
I kissed my dog goodnight, gave him a treat and BOUNCED 
With YOUR keys and YOUR car 
I’m so fed up I’m just SO fed up
The Bible says honor thy mother and father it doesn’t mention son and daughter
BOLOGNA if you ask me 
NO child begged to be a part of this planet!
What does honor mean anyway?
Webster says merited respect… okay so maybe it’s not bologna!
I canNOT stop replaying my past
You are still here!
You are from the past!
I have let go but when you dig it up and throw it in my face 
I pick it back up!
I try to be strong 
I really do and EVERYONE notices I’ve made great improvements
You’re one of the people who’s praised me!
I’ve been having these occasional fluttering sensations in my heart for the past few years that I’ve mentioned to you recently
I still haven’t gone to the doctor
Neither of us will forget that time I was crying on the phone to Linnel about the two guys raping my semiconscious body and you busted in my room and said, “I hope your p____ fall’s off”
I can’t forget that time I confided in you about an unusual discharge and you said, “I’m just gonna let you suffer…”
Thanks for eventually taking me to go get tested but why did you have to say that?
I felt bad enough

Very true, Mom, I don’t have any friends…
I’m not even sure if I’m in excellent health and that I’ll make it many more years  
Still, while I’m here
I just want to be able to help my people… somehow

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Sean L Sanders

Date: 8/1/2013 9:14:00 AM

wow this really hit me hard sister I felt the effects of a broken home. Excellent poem poet

Terry L. Allen

Date: 1/13/2013 3:10:00 PM

Having not grown up in a normal home myself I hear what you are saying here very well. TLee

Doreen Wright

Date: 7/30/2012 7:40:00 PM

This poem HELPS YOUR people. Candid, descriptive and relevant to many. Kudos to you :-)

Justcallme Britt
Date: 7/31/2012 5:55:00 PM

Thanks, Doreen. You've been very sweet to me <3

Christopher Flaherty

Date: 7/30/2012 2:13:00 PM

Evening Significant I find it funny when people try and relate and say i know what your going through but i do not. The only thing i can take from this is the fact that you were not entirely alone I bet you loved that dog more than life itself. Also reminds me of each and every groundhog day wake up mum and go to bed but that seems like great parenting now. I hope, pray and wish you well

Justcallme Britt
Date: 7/30/2012 6:55:00 PM

YES! I LOVE my dog! I am 100% sure that when he passes a piece of me will feel like it's missing. He makes me feel like his attention is mostly on me but I'm sure my mom feels the same also that's how naturally thoughtful he is. He looks out for me so I will always look out for him. Sweet of you to call me Significant :)

Tim Ryerson

Date: 6/28/2012 11:51:00 AM

Very heartwrenching and emotional bio, Britanny...I was drawn right in from the beginning. It must feel very good to get it down on paper - All regards and best wishes to you - Tim

Justcallme Britt
Date: 6/28/2012 7:32:00 PM

It did feel better. I couldn't stop thinking yet I didn't know exactly what it was that I was thinking it just made me feel a certain way because of what happened before I wrote this and I just so happened to think of all of these incidences. This last paragraph is based off of the day I wrote this.

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 6/27/2012 5:23:00 PM

Your poem really hits.pd

Sila Muthoka

Date: 6/26/2012 12:51:00 AM

a deservingly emotional write. this poem should be voiced to the whole world of negligent parents. it happens so often yet not as exposed! sorry for the ordeal. wise people will befriend the future always and forget the past.

Sha'Ntez Jefferson

Date: 6/25/2012 10:51:00 PM

Luke 18:16 But Jesus called them unto him, and said, Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God. gather strength from lifes pain keep writing you only have a wing out of the coccoon release the rest of the butterfly

Jack Horne

Date: 6/24/2012 11:37:00 AM

love this wonderful touching write

Jayachandran Chakrapany

Date: 6/23/2012 9:34:00 PM

Some media (visual and paper ) worries about the increasing number of Old age home , because of the increasing number of aging parents , abandoned or neglected by their kids .But no such worry from their part expressing at least a sympathy on kids, teens and youth abandoned and neglected by their parents .so heart touching this writing .A TRIBUTE to all children around the world ,suffering the pain and depression you suffer now .thank you for sharing .expect more from your creative pen .jk

Justcallme Britt
Date: 6/23/2012 9:42:00 PM

Thx, JK....... yet some fade in the background <3