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  • - Kayla


    Tacoma Washington.
    Where this started.
    I don’t know my age.
    Nor, the street I lived.
    But memory’s of bits and pieces stayed.
    I remember a name.
    In this, with me, she suffered too.
    Too young to remember much about her.
    One thing that sticks is her prayer.
    At the daycare, where we were, I believe.
    Is were the boy with blond hair hurt us in I think a nursery.
    A table is there and I remember a chair.
    He pulled her hair.
    I know her scream.
    His hatred with no meaning.
    A beating we’d be getting; this he decided.
    I try to decipher as much as I can.
    Even so young.
    Knowing someone thought I was a stress reliever.
    Still holds pain in my memory forever.
    Even tho I was really small.
    I know what I felt; I know what I saw.
    Wanting him to stop.
    Couldn’t do anything.
    Today I still feel the same.
    I feel his hatred like a sickness.
    Innocence is precious.
    I learned, too soon, the capability given; one chosen.
    Why would someone choose to hit a child?
    I wasn’t doing anything.
    I was silent.
    My dad had just gotten custody back from the state.
    8 months old I was thrown away.
    Taught by strangers how to play.
    4 years of fighting my dad has me.
    Then I come back home; only for my life to fall like a tragedy.
    15 years I’ve been a foster all my life I’ve dealt.
    Every type of person I’ve met.
    I still believe I got it all from the first event.
    I do not mope.
    I do not dwell.
    Thus, its a story I never got to tell.