Physically and Mentally Abuse

I was born in a world of poverty and soiled life of a third world country The way I lived till I was five years of age was walls of boundary These walls had towers of guards that had no heart or care If a child would try to climb the wall they lose their life I swear Father had drank and threatened my mother with a knife My father lost his job and wife and that was the hardship of life He stopped my mother from taking off with me in her arm Hoping that my father would ignore and left me be with no harm When my father went off to drink one night and came home with rage My brothers stood by my crib and took a beating that set up the next stage My father had woken up to three scared children half starved and in pain His final words as he walk away from the orphanage gate live life do not go insane I was still a baby in the orphanage; the caretakers did not really care about the babies They stole items and materials those wicked men and maternal evil ladies They starved all the babies because it cost a lot to keep them alive As a child of that age I could feel the sins and greed that gave out bad vibes I was ignorant about what I drank and ate, as I see white maggots move in my bottle As I see them move I thought about how they were playing and some were hostel They ate each other to keep each other alive in a manner that took me by surprise In the back round I hear others throwing things with sounds of painful cries I got very strong at a young age I was able to start pulling myself up over the cage My feelings were to see my brothers with strong lungs that I cried out of rage My two brothers came to see me and sneak food into my crib The caretaker would find the food in my hands as they grabbed it and hit me on my ribs As painful as it was I kept eating the food with blood in my mouth as it was instinct I sometimes laid in my crib dazed and confused with smell of death so distinct With all my might I kept myself strong and climb the small wall I finally was old enough to get out of the building and I could hear my brothers call With tears of joy with short legs that ran as fast as my heart I ran to my brothers arms and held their hands to have a new start I grew stronger everyday but more things came into my life in a manner of dismay If my brothers stay by my side I could smile and everyday their would be okay