Growing up as a child and a young teen was not the best, The memories up to this day traumatize me: I always remember the bad ones and never the rest. Now don't take this as a sob story I don't take well to pity, Just give me a few minutes to dwell On a childhood that was anything but well.
It was the 29th day of March, A long and eerie night A miscarriage was near in sight The doctor told her: Its very possible that you will lose your baby After hours of pain and blood loss Came a bundle of joy with "cat eyes" that brought light to all a young mother's flaws. It was a miracle. "Its a baby girl, woah look at those eyes they are almost bioluminescent in the dark" Parents could never be so proud to bring such a beautiful creature to the world. "I wish all the best, to this little girl"
Life was great But I wasn't truly welcomed Some people my existence upset. But as a baby and toddler, it was great all I had to do was breastfeed, cry and ****. Then time happened and life became complicated. My mom cheated (or was continuously cheating) and there was no preset My dad wished there was a reset And me... I was treated like an asset; For money. For **** sake my young years have been duped.
I want to start a new collection about realism in association with well origins. This will be the first poem of the collection; this collection entails basically my uncensored life story (and if u guys want to share your own life story too please do not be shy, no judging) I hope you enjoy and look out for my next poem "Memorandum" coming soon.