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Reflections

I reflect on the way you treated me the way you used and abused left me young, dumb, and confused At that tender age i could never choose and i thank my sister for bringing out the truth I never had a chance to cherish my "sweet pea" You left me for years struggling with low self esteem no one not even you paid attention to my screams i reflect on how i didn't even want to go any farther i reflect on you my own father....... ........ Reflecting, looking at my own reflection you was friendly the only one on the block introduced yourself to me Yea i remember I was 10 you was 12 At 15 you left me, Had me going through emotions felt like hell. You was like only family the only one who understood The only one that allowed me to cry all I could the best thing is she never let me cry alone I reflect on how 6 years later we still maintaining strong........REFLECTING Now some years has pasted and the troubles run deeper The state is involved and the top hill I was on run steeper With all the programs, youth shelters, foster homes, and new people No one around me to trust, now I'm a light sleeper. I sit here in the dark crying is all I can do As I get older, I have more things to think about and choose I'm paying for my father's sickness day by day Just because he was a pedophile and decided to penetrate Who ever thought us all five of his daughters Now everything I do I have to protect it Not every man knows what respect is... So I end my reflection turning away from the person staring at me in the mirror Next person who experience this God please protect her.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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