I have a voice

He beat me until I was silent I could no longer speak..my mind could not think..a part of me had died on the inside.there I was all alone with the devil living in my home..full of terror and free roam. So much room for errors.From the early morning til the latest nights he did fight.. darkening my sun light..

He said he loved me..greater than any but he had too many.. when there shouldn't have been any ..til death do us part..we grew far apart. Don't forget about the physical mental and emotional abuse ..yea that part..the one you want to leave out when you tell your side.why our love no longer resides..do you hide still behind the lies not wanting to face the truth.. dysfunction for our youth..all this pain brought down because of you.public displays of deception straight disrespecting..there was no love there.. just three seeds I did bare..and in this cycle it spins.. outta my mind losing all track of time my head needed rest ..my heart was too stressed..and you say I was blessed to have you in my life..how many times did you try to take it..and still I sat by and listened to the next lie.after next and so on began to grow on..got numb on dumbed and dumped on to be treated just like shit and that's what he did present and represent..bitch I'm the shit and I'll shit all over you..so foul and disgusting was he..so low to even record raping me..sadness would always follow leaving me feeling so hollow..no amount of money nor trips to anywhere could erase my despair . broken beyond repair..gasping for air while he says no other will compare. Closing my eyes and seeing the light angels whispered in my ear..child have no fears or no more worries your darkest days are behind you..so I did not return searching for peace and rest in a sacred space..
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Raina Nicole

And still I must go on..Trials and tribulations faced some with defeat but in my heart is my victory..Mother of four for who I do it for on my own since fifteen and still I go on. more…

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