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Sep 2020
A beautiful Lady asked me what my desire to be.
I said I know not with tears streaming down my face.
Should I lie and said I know.
I could definitely not.
I’ve lie enough in my life about who I am.
I believe its time someone know my story.
But, does my mind, body and soul will let me tell it.
I think not.

My father doubts me.
My mother left me.
My brother touched me in places I will not dare talk about.
My Aunt ridicule me on my looks.

A woman of God asked me what my desire to be.
I be honest and said I think I am a failure.
Yes! I think I am a failure
But, that is not my desire

My father abused me.
My mother turns her back on me.
My brother silent me with curse and death
My aunt blames me.

A trustworthy lady asked me what are my desire to be.
I will be honest to myself for once and said,
My desire is to be at peace with myself.
My desire is to be at peace with myself.

My father hits me
And, I said it makes me stronger.
My mother abandons me
And, I said it’s normal.
My brother ***** me
And, I said I deserved it.
My aunt talks ill of me
And, I said that’s the way of life.
Written by
Moesha Subria Ricketts  19/F/Jamaica
(19/F/Jamaica)   
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