this is not going to be easy,
let me tell u about the first time.
i was nine,
on vacation to visit family,
at least that's what i thought at that time.
my mother would talk about her son and how he was her
sunshine.
he did no wrong in her eyes...
she had left him behind,
when he was only five,
to come out here and give him a better life.
she lived a crazy life,
and honestly you cannot change my mind,
she loved partying more than being around us.
two birds and one stone,
she went out to have fun,
while her daughter got ***** by her son.
he was nineteen,
again, i was nine.
yet i was the liar,
i was nine-year-old seducing daughter,
and her son was a victim.
now tell me does that make sense?
it's okay,
i took it and never complained.
eventually i got the chance to beat the **** out of my mother,
till this day i have no shame.
u gotta be ****** up in the head to think sticking ur **** in a nine-year-olds ***** is okay.
me and my sisters took turns sleeping with our brother,
we were young thinking we were bonding.
that's where i hold most of my anger.
i wish and i pray that one day,
i can get mines.
i had forgiven this so-called man and he promised he would
do better but when i tried putting everything behind us,
and called him for simple favors,
he never came through left me hanging.
i take that forgiveness back,
cuz i dont forgive a wannabe man!
Nov 30, 2025
Nov 30, 2025 at 2:03 PM UTC
this is not going to be easy,
let me tell u about the first time.
i was nine,
on vacation to visit family,
at least that's what i thought at that time.
my mother would talk about her son and how he was her
sunshine.
he did no wrong in her eyes...
she had left him behind,
when he was only five,
to come out here and give him a better life.
she lived a crazy life,
and honestly you cannot change my mind,
she loved partying more than being around us.
two birds and one stone,
she went out to have fun,
while her daughter got ***** by her son.
he was nineteen,
again, i was nine.
yet i was the liar,
i was nine-year-old seducing daughter,
and her son was a victim.
now tell me does that make sense?
it's okay,
i took it and never complained.
eventually i got the chance to beat the **** out of my mother,
till this day i have no shame.
u gotta be ****** up in the head to think sticking ur **** in a nine-year-olds ***** is okay.
me and my sisters took turns sleeping with our brother,
we were young thinking we were bonding.
that's where i hold most of my anger.
i wish and i pray that one day,
i can get mines.
i had forgiven this so-called man and he promised he would
do better but when i tried putting everything behind us,
and called him for simple favors,
he never came through left me hanging.
i take that forgiveness back,
cuz i dont forgive a wannabe man!
this is a small insight of a childhood trauma that im probably not going to be over any time soon.
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