Engraved In My Memory
I checked the time, 1:00 am. As my eyes glanced around the room, all I could see was my family, with expressions I can’t even describe. There was a sort of sadness in the entire room. I scrambled across the room and sat in my chair, pulled my knees up, and wrapped my arms around them. Something was wrong, more wrong than I realized. I could feel it. My mom muttered something I didn’t quite understand as she went back to my dad’s side. “What's wrong?” I asked. She hurried to my side. “Please go get some more ice from the waiting room, honey.”
Because of You
I was raised around alcoholics, druggies, and violence. I was taught how to become violent when someone tries to control me or walk over me. I was raised around gang members and criminals. From the time I was six, they were teaching me how to defend and to protect myself at all times. My family lived by this motto: “The streets don't make or break you, they show you the real & the fake.” I have love ones in jail because they thought the streets could make them and loved ones who the street broke because of the fake ones.
Two shots of hate from a mouth as loud as a gun
Like an assassin
Who does it for fun?
Two deafening blows from a war that had just begun
Life gone away
I’m done
I enter the world not knowing who I am and where I am.
My mom holding me tight, feeling the love of a mother.
Opening my eyes, not knowing what I’m looking at.
First words, Mama, Papa. Not even able to understand what they mean.
Taking my first step, feeling strong.
Family members holding me, telling me I'm cute and adorable but not able to know how to take a compliment.
Very stubborn.
At home lying down and hearing people argue. In my head: What is going on? Too little even to understand.
Step by step, years pass by, and I continue to grow and am finally able to understand more.
