I was 5 years old and my daddy was a crack head. It was 2 in the morning and he had us running ddown the block like a track team. When he burnt the house down my mother was in. How could i forget the pain? she was my queen. She was the only reason i was in school and finish. She told me i was a special little girl and got on her knees and prayed for me when i started being violent.

She saw something in me, until this day i dont know if i could be that. But im a die trying, and when im done crying, imma grab the iron and black out like im retiring. Nightmares of my father killing my mother. That's the reason why i sleep with my head under the my blanket.

My the lord protect me as the world get hectic. I just want to run to her and hold her kiss her and say how much i miss her. Thought i would have a kid for her and now that she's gone, now i can't let her go. But i got to her know all the stuff i did make it seem like im dying real slow.

No one understands me. They don't know what to do when im hurt and feeling pain. You was my best friend, my king, and my daddy. My mother was there when my dad tried to stab me. Anything i needed i knew that she was there for me. Those females couldn't stand me because of my dad.

So why hurt my mother thats the point, it took me a while to learn my lesson. Now all i need is peace for now. All i wanted to say to my mom was "please mama forgive me."

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 23.07.2010

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