Hell for a child

     There was never a sense of security when I grew up. Being around my mother could go from fun to fury in a moment. Even now with the years of therapy and as much time as I stay away from her, it makes nothing you can ever imagine seem to come close to the screaming and beatings that happened at 429 Wilson ave. in Bushwick Brooklyn.I dont remember much from the drug fuiled parties, mostly because we were given drugs to put us to sleep. I can remember once Jeanie freaking out cause she was having a bad trip.I remember lots of sex, drugs ,wine, and beer, Pot was smoked even more then cigarettes.
     I woke up wh this girl Shorty in my bed. I did what I saw the adults did. I kissed her and gave her a hicky.She pretended to be asleep and I almost got to home plate. At 6 yrs old I was trying to fuck this 18 yr old girl that was in my bed. I was so scared that my mother was gonna hit me that I took the $3. I had, all the money I had and tried to pay off this guy to say he did it. He took the money too.I got the shit beat out of me. I got my ass beat for that and it was ok for junkies to come over and work up.
     My bitch of a mother would ask me how I got on drugs and conviniently forget what had transpired in the Brooklyn apartment.
     Maybe the reason people dont believe me when I tell them about these horrors is that most people that experience these things dont make it to adulthood or they never cross paths with people like me because theyre in jail or dead.I can tell you about having my hair ripped out or pushed against the stove to have boiling water burn the skin off my belly. And to avoid questions at the emergency room I had toothpaste put on the burn to treat it.
     To look at me you would have no indication that I experienced such abuse. But to know me is to understand why I speak so strongly in behaif of childrens rights, and against any and all child abuse. There is no gray area. Hurt a child infront of me and one of us is going to the hospital.I could go on and recount many more stories of abuse but that would be counter productive at this time.
     Children are a gift and they should be nurtured, not used as pawns or abused. Love the gift you've been given!!!