Well I was born January 23, 1962. I was raised in a very strange
manner of care, but I guess my mother meant well at her best on how
she raised me. But just bare with me, okay; and time went on. Then
my mother passed away from me. I didn't think that no one could love
me like my mother. I mean no one at all. But God carried me through.
Then I grew up; went through teenage things like normal teenagers
do; the rebellion thing.
I was always harassed. Molested by boys and men. Then one day before
I knew it, I had a foster mom. I didn't like her one bit, but she
told me things that reflect on my life now. Then a little time passed
on. I moved in with one of my older sisters. Then and there I lost
my virginity. The worst pain I had ever had in my life I thought!
Then as I moved on a little; did a little prostitution to get by.
Then one day without even knowing it I got pregnant! Whooh!
I had friends, but when I quit school they just all seemed to vanish
out of my life. As time went on I met a guy. He helped me take care
of my child, and then later on we had two babies together. Everything
was fine and dandy, then one day we were over.
Got into drugs (not a good thing) then I was locked up again. My
children were taken from me. I was hurt by that; I still am hurting
today. So I kept on doing drugs and prostituting non-stop. Then I
did something very, very wrong to someone in my life and went to jail.
Got out.
I still being done wrong, stepped on, being misused and abused. Still
was doing drugs. Battered and drugs; then I left that guy!
Started doing a little better. Found another guy and thought he was
the cat's meow! Later he comes back HIV positive. I'm like, "No,
not that Lord!" Then later on I got married. Everything was good.
Very good! Then that ended for me. So now I'm at where I'm at. Thank
God, I understand it.
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