I was written off before I was born. My mother didn't want me. I was a mistake. An accident like black coffee spilled on suit. I became a stain that couldn't be wash. I felt the neglect in the womb. I was all alone. But I born and raised well by the woman who I thought considered me accidental. She wasn't ashamed of me. She was frighten that she couldn't protect me. And here I am dead in the streets by the police who couldn't protect me either.
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 4:13 AM UTC
I was written off before I was born. My mother didn't want me. I was a mistake. An accident like black coffee spilled on suit. I became a stain that couldn't be wash. I felt the neglect in the womb. I was all alone. But I born and raised well by the woman who I thought considered me accidental. She wasn't ashamed of me. She was frighten that she couldn't protect me. And here I am dead in the streets by the police who couldn't protect me either.
