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Susieflo
They say you should always write about what you know and I suppose alot of us write about our own experiences in a bid to rid ourselves of the emotions that the memnories instill in us. I certainly felt your anger reading your short passage. I too am writing about what I know and have experienced - probably a s a means of self helpbut Im clear I want it to reflect myself as a whole person and wants to show how my sense of humour still struggles to make itself heard ona daily basis. I must say though writing about the emotional experiences can be harrowing and I often feel physically and emotionally drained when Ive spent a copule of hours on my writing. However its a goal alot of us have on our lifetime wish list - to write that book.. so enjoy doing what you are doing but look on the positive also.. even though sometimes its hard to realise we all have positives in our lives.
Thats what gets me through anyway.
Good luck
JESSICA
MY NAME IS JESSICA RODRIGUEZ AND THIS POEM LIKE A SHORT STORY IS A TRUE LIFE EVENT AND I THINK I SHOULD SHARE IT WITH THE WORLD ABOUT MY DRAMATIC EXPERINCES THAT ALMOST COST MY LIFE REPLY BACK TO THIS EMAIL AT YOUR CONVINENCE AND I HAVE ALOT MORE SHORT STRORIES LIKE A POEM ABOUT RAPE AND HEARTBREAK AND CHEATING AND ALOT MORE!
Left to fend for myself. Being abondened is a bitch! Anger rageing I cut myself again and again.WHY!? Did she do this to me? It's my fault! Being abondened at birth left to fend for myself. Many questions I ask! Away from my brothers,dad,and my whole family. Hideing in a corner afraid of being by myself in the world. Wearing all black,doing drugs,and running away confused about why I am here. Crying for my daddy and brother's every night. Getting taken to a visiting family every week. People think they can replace my family and make me the happiest person alive. Not going to happen I am miserbale and confused. Christmas comes around I don't really care I'm not with my family why do I care. I hated christmas so much. Making friends was okay but I didn't care all I wanted was my family. Going to phsycotic check-ups to make sure I don't kill myself. Never a phone call from that bitch of a mother she didn't care she only cared about herself. She was only thirty minutes away and not a phone call nor visit. Dad away at a buisness trip on the other side of the world he wanted to take us away so bad but couldn't he was half way around the world it wasn;t his fault is was my bitch of a mother's fault. My dad sended presents to me and my brothers on chrismas,birthday, and everyother holiday. But, nothing fromt hat bitch of a mother. Some questions still play in my head: Is this my fault? , Why did she do this? , and questions after questions my head will never stop asking. Fourteen years and I'm still tramatized it keeps playing in my head and will never stop.
BY: JESSICA RODRIGUEZ from CAPE CORA,FLORIDA
_base_D ON MY EXPERINCES AS A CHILD. THANK YOU MOM FOR DOING THIS TO ME!
MY NAME IS JESSICA RODRIGUEZ AND THIS POEM LIKE A SHORT STORY IS A TRUE LIFE EVENT AND I THINK I SHOULD SHARE IT WITH THE WORLD ABOUT MY DRAMATIC EXPERINCES THAT ALMOST COST MY LIFE REPLY BACK TO THIS EMAIL AT YOUR CONVINENCE AND I HAVE ALOT MORE SHORT STRORIES LIKE A POEM ABOUT RAPE AND HEARTBREAK AND CHEATING AND ALOT MORE!