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Walk Away

Pain inflicted My life suddenly conflicted with such conviction. At a young age witnessing things I wish I never had to or didn't. Scarring a beautiful soul, it's dark. Breaking all of what I had, my heart. Each time I'd fight to get up more of me would fall apart. What is life? Making so many left turns because nothing around me is right. Unbeknownst to my parents achievements and they wonder why I have none. Each time she'd hit me, I never knew what I had done. No childhood because I had to grow up fast. I have a daughter of my own now, reliving my past. Walk Away! Hurt. No support. Feelings and empty hands. But I continue forward because I taught myself to do all that I can. At a young age I was touched by a man. Not knowing any better I enjoyed it instead of ran. I didn't run because I couldn't. I never knew the innocence because he took it. He stripped me of my childhood. I was no longer a kid. And I never told my parents about the things this man did. Afraid of it all I was only 7. At 9 I lost my second mom I became rebellious, sexually active by age 11. Fairytales don't exist me. I never had a silver spoon. I've been cursed since the womb. My life has been a mess since the day I was conceived. I've been through so many obstacles in life and I'm only 23. Pregnant with my daughter by the age of 14. Her dad is an absentee. He's not here because he doesn't want to be and I cry because this can't be the life God chose for me. Or for us. But he is who I should trust? Walk Away! A blood line full of fails.. Is there a win? If so, when? One big cycle, running around in a circle. In my family you're not worth it if you're not working. In my family school doesn't matter, I never had to. If I was as miserable as she is, I'd be mad too. To make something more out of my life, I'd be glad to. How do I become inspired though? A mothers love, a mothers touch, it all got lost in her crack smoke. I'm feeling inside and it's really killing me. I need more than to believe. Walk Away!

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Date: 12/27/2016 11:05:00 AM
One powerful poem, Jamika. In the end, so much must come from ourselves, regardless of all that we may ascribe. Not saying it's easy.
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Jamika Johnson
Date: 12/27/2016 3:03:00 PM
Mr. Vinson
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Jamika Johnson
Date: 12/27/2016 2:49:00 PM
Thank you Mr. Hinson! You're absolutely right about that and no matter I'll continue to push and go. Thank you again. I appreciate it!

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