 | I was born on November 10, 1991 in Homerville, Ga. When I was four years old, I was taken away from my birth mother because she was on drugs. I was put in a foster home in Willacoochee, GA separated from my brothers and my one sister. I stayed in a foster home for four years hoping to be reunited with my birth mother. I was adopted when I was eight years old not remembering who my birth mother was and for the first time in my life I had a family. I think that being adopted is the best thing that ever happened to me. When I was twelve years old, my parents got divorced. It ripped my heart out because now I was losing a father. A father that after the divorce was settled told me that he never wanted to be in my life again. Every night I would lie in my bed and cry. I would ask myself, “why me, why did she leave me here, and will my hurting ever stop. Sometimes I hold grudges against her because she hurt me so bad. I feel like a part of me will always hate her for not being in my life and that I will never forgive her. I feel like I can’t forgive her. It felt like I couldn’t move on with my life. It felt like a part of me didn’t want to live anymore. It hurt me so much that in the six grade, I tried to commit suicide. Then one of God’s angels stopped me and helped me realize that I was put here for a reason. He gave me a talent to write and express my feelings through poems instead of just leaving behind a suicide letter. I have been writing every since I was eight years old. I love writing almost more that anything. Some of my poems represent what I have been through and how hard I had to struggle to get where I am today. I know that deep down inside it will be okay because every thing that has happened to me, God has gave me the strength to go through. Some people say they know what I have been through. They have no idea that I still cry myself to sleep at night. They have no idea how it feels not to know your biological parents. They have no idea of the hurt that it has caused me. They look at the outside not knowing what is on the inside. They can’t see my pain. They tell me tell me that everything will be okay, but how do they know that? I could die tomorrow with all this hatred in my heart. They can’t say that everything is going is be alright when they can’t see my pain. How is a person supposed to grow with a time bomb inside and how are they going to defuse it without destroying its ride? They can’t. I have learned that God does things for a reason. He gave me a sister to show me that I can share my life with someone else instead of keeping it all inside of me. He wanted to tell my story to show that no matter what you been through.He did it for me and he can do it for you, too. You just have to know that you’re not alone even though it feels like you are. Sometimes it gets hard sometimes because people judge me without even knowing me. Yet with all the pain I have been through on my face there is a smile. This is a true story. |  |
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