what he did to me

this isnt what i normally write but someone gave me a story that i think should be shared.

I would tell you my name but that im not sure i can take that step just yet. its impossible to feel this way. It started with a family or so i hope many things uncovered. this family was dark and it was my own the people who brought me to this world. my dad the devil the evil one. the person who made many problems break out. i was two he would come home from work they say i dont remember but i do. He was ranting on about something i dont know and i watched in terror as he grabed my mom and beat her till i didnt know who she was. i was scared i wondered how god could create such a monster. he did it my whole life growing up. he made us be in prison we wasnt aloud outside. how i wished i could have. i was forced to grow up fast. crying made him worse. till i was in 5th grade it was nothing but pain and terror. my sister and i decided to save are family what was left. but before this happens i need to tell about a boy who had no future the boy in my moms stomach who came before my sister and me who was killed in my moms stomach by my dad and then almost my sister and then there was me who wasnt breathing and blue. that day in 5th grade we left. i helped my mom free herself from him. we had nowhere to go no place to go so we sleep in the car and it was cold but its all we had. to this day im a strong woman. im a fighter. this is where i began to write poetry to tell my story and this is how the poem i am scared came about many dont know that its about my dad who im scared of and this is the story of me.

Author's Note

this is just half of what happened many things happened growing up like my mom taking the beatings for us and at the age of two i remember everything and how i wish i could have saved her then. this is a heros story of saving my mother from him. ill never forget how his eyes looked. i hope someone learns from this story

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A sad story. Many woman because of kids are locked in. I told my daughters. Have a job and skills. Never depend on a man. All woman need to be able to live a life on their own. When a man pay all the bills and have all the control. It can be a bad thing. I like how you started the story. I hope to read more. A excellent opening chapter.
Coyote

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So very sad, I am so sorry.

[Rene Velez]

Wow so sorry...no one should go through that...a sad story but one that helps

[taylorrose]

@ killer hands my dad didnt believe in god he didnt give us a chance to believe anything other than his words i didnt write this because of are talk i wrote it so people can see where my poetry comes from so they can hear my voice. not because of are talk.

[Life Is like Trust...It..]

Okay okay...I understand why you wrote this. All 'cause our conversation... AGAIN I SAY nicely,"God didn't create him as a monster. The devil,Satan,did. Your father chose the wrong path. God,the Creator,made him joyful which the devil was against. Apparently your dad was weak and fell for his trick. Now he should be going with Satan when he dies unless he changes his poor mistakes...

[Scytheriax]

Please use proper capitalization.
I liked the idea behind the story, but some more line breaks and some better grammar would be appreciated.