What is life?

I put alot of thought into this one hope yall like it

Martin Luther King
Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.

well let me be the first to say i really did care about my life today...

what was i gonna do just stop what i was saying just to pray and thank god for my life today?

there are more important things for me to worry about, things that even Dr.king would throw above and over, out of god f*****g reach.

things like caring for a friend or learning to teach and, 

i don't mean no school s**t, bull s**t, hell no i mean teaching a crowed of people out side of you'r house why the hell you don't believe in god.

it all started when i was a boy, living in south side fort worth with my moma and my dada selling cheap type one heroine to people who would give up there own children for the s**t, 

cops busted down the door, took my parents away for seven long years i prayed but nothing f*****g worked, i didn't even really believe, but i didn't know why i couldn't believe but all the other kids at school could, oh why oh why? couldn't

 i have been given such a talented gift, to have an imaginary friend and believe in him.

that was when i lived with my grandma and papa, back in 1995 until 2001 when i finally got to see my mom again, but my dad had split, he didn't even say goodbye, oh well guess thats life.

fast forward to two years later, i am i'm elementary school surrounded by three kids, older than me found out i was atheist, and decided they were gonna kill me, thats south side for ya, so i f*****g slammed each of there heads into a wall and got suspended for a self defensive act inwich i fought back?

i still remember the red hair on that dumb b***h, telling me i should have been a snitch.

2005 the passing of a titan, larry lyle (papa) dies in the heat of a hot summer day, he in my thoughts always...

same year, same s**t different school, some guy decides to mock my dead gpaw, that ain't cool, so i slammed his face into a metal pole. how was i supposed to know he had such a fragile nose?luckily it was close to the end of my last middle school year.

but thoughts of high school filled me with fear and, 

frustration and anger, 

its now 2006 and i see an angel a black haired black eyed goddess sent from above, i eve start thinking that i believe, but i am gonna get straight to the real s**t...

lets forward this clock a little faster,2010

she is laying on my bed completely in the nude, but i am not on top of her its another dude,

i wanted to kill him i wanted to end her, so i just surrendered.

she might as well have tossed my heart into a F*****g blender...

oh and by the way my piece of s**t dad came back with a speed addiction and an attitude to beat, he f*****g sits on the god damned couch and doesn't do s**t..

so there is the first half of my life, and now might i ask you...if this is how it is all filled with hatred and strife....What the F**k is Life?

Author's Note

well i thought this one long and hard, but after my father and i got into a huge argument about the fact that he doesnt have a job, nor DOES HE DO ANYTHING around the house while my mother and sister are at work supporting this house, the only reason i am reluctant to get a job is bcuz if i do the house will get trashed cuz not even my stay at home dad cleans...peice of trailer shit... anyways, after the argument i saw the quote from MLK, and it tolled me to write about the things no one else know about me so that they can get a true understanding of my life and my writing. btw my mother has been clean for 10 years on sept 11!!! she is now the Vice president for Ramone A Cruz family practice here in denton texas, the numper on private practice practitioner in denton!

Reviews

[Ana_Cristina]

I really like your story... your life story. It's filled with hatred and anger that you really express through pretty much every line... there are some spelling mistakes but I like it because it really adds character to it, making it seem that you've rushed it for a reason to show how angry you are and how quickly you want the story to be told and be over and done with... I'm not into hatred stories or anger stories much... but this really caught my attention and I got really stuck to reading it and wanting to find out more... I especially like the fact you put the rhetorical question at the end... makes me think about the story a little more and question myself... really good. :) ♥ x.

[loowzerX]

good job.

[Undying Glory]

nice work, though this is such a story filled with hate. man, only God knows what you've really been through...i couldn't help but notice that some lines rhymed, even though this was a story. was that intentional? anyway good job and thank you for sharing!

[TTBoy28]

Man, if this is true, it is really messed up! I won't even talk about the imagery here. The story itself is foul! Was it your Dad on the bed with your girl? Curious. He came back into your life. For what? Good story? I will pardon the grammar too --)