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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!
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