This is the most intimate thing i have ever written--it is simply, it is to the point and it is a journey.
When I was five my father battered my mother.
When I was six I lived in a shelter for women and children.
When I was seven I made my Barbie dolls have sex; it made me giggle.
When I was eight my mother and I packed our bags.
When I was nine a boys smile made me blush.
When I was ten I cried for my father every night; it was beginning.
When I was eleven I was empty.
When I was twelve I felt nothing.
When I was thirteen I wanted to never exist; I was sad, oh so sad.
When I was fourteen I starved myself to look like the other girls.
When I was fifteen I found comfort in razor blades.
When I was sixteen I had a break down; nothing was good, nothing was great.
When I was seventeen I was okay.
When I was eighteen I left miserable high school.
When I was nineteen I started miserable college; and so it beginnings…again.
When I was twenty I became me.
When I was twenty-one I met my soul mate.
I am twenty-two, I am happy; for the first time I am truly happy.
I am a roller coaster—I am living within ever changing walls,
But I refuse to become a victim for I am a survivor.
I am full of life, I am full of new beginnings
This change is welcomed and embraced
With loving arms and pecks on the cheek
With a bouquet of roses i greet it at the door
I embrace new life, I embrace new beginnings.