mom my life started with a spice most don't recognize when its on their pallet i ate my veggies like big girl watched adult TV at 5am kept u company so you wouldn'ty be lonely grandma tried to keep the house clean when she could she kept the cloths on our backs she kept the food in our stomachs since u couldn't seem to make the welfare last past the 1st trip to the health food store its were you bought the flavors of my child there and fast food your age had nothing to do it you were weeks past 35 the day of my birth u never acted a day over eleven at the age of 8 i walked to grandpa's house by myself i looked both ways before i crossed the road you were at home watching more TV it was always on till your tattooed boyfriend thought he wanted to act like family when he was drunk i mopped the floor right before his construction boots crossed the kitchen he came back again called me a **** the day i first had *** how funny that was heroic tales with swords and saviors were everywhere the books took up space on the floor along with the half empty cans of cat food i learned flavors and smell and sounds and story's other people tend to keep away from there kids and i'm not sure where all this leaves me now other then addicted to curry