Pieces of me Written By :Karen Johnson

Pieces Of Me" Written By:Karen Johnson Introduction: Let me give you a quick introduction of myself. I have two sides to me.Karen and Lib ! let me tell you about Karen Karen is sweet,cordia,beautiful,sexyand very intelligent most of the time she's humble.Then you have Lib.Lib is the down to earth cut throat. Lib has zero tolerance for negativity excuses and bullshit. Just don't give 1/2 fucks.Now that you have a clear understanding of the two .Here's my life story! It all started when my mother, May, and father Thomas, was traveling through a town called Chattanooga ,Tennessee, and my mother started having contractions it was an ice storm, a very bad snowfall that night in particular. my mother was trapped inside my father's Thomas car in reach of a hospital nearby by.So,my mother gave birth to me in the backseat of my father's Cadillac. Shortly after having me, she was still in some pain, so my father got help they rushed my mother into the hospital in Hamilton County. Where she was unaware that it wasn't only me i had a womb buddy a brother who was hiding behind me and he was turning blue because he was suffocating inside of the birth sac,so the dochad to hurry and cut the sac open so that he could breathe. The next day, my mother was awakened by the loud commotion in her hospital room. She didn't realized that she was the woman who had given birth to twins the nite before to a baby girl and a baby boy my mother was on t.v My father decided to name me Karen and my brother Kavin. Kavin was bigger than I was he was stealing all of my good ole nutrients, lol! My twin brother was stubborn from the beginning. My mother had already 5 children during the time of my brother and I existence.We had a growing family.After my arrival we had a baby sister 2 years later a d that completed my family 8 children and two parents. we were like the Brady's Bunch but instead The Johnson's. We lived in Birmingham,Alabama. My house wasn't like a house of peace and happiness it was. ore ,Ike my stolen childhood of chaos,bitterment and turmoil.My father was an alcoholic,gambler,and hustla.We had few good mo eats like playing games in the snow with my father having snowball fights and building snowman a d snowangels,while. y mother make us cocoa and kept us warm.On the other hand my father would go out and get "drunk as a skunk" wake us all up to entertain him and his friend's while forcing my mother fix him and his guests a plate to eat.I remember ties that we didn' t really have much and my mother would sacrifice herself to the point of starving eating o e slice of bread just to make sure that all eight of her children had a warm meal to fill out stomachs.My dad would gamble and blow his mo ey on alcohol and I am pretty certain other women low life. There was a time we was all traveling to Kentucky, and my dad had his friend with him name red .my dad was driving his truck, and some was in the inside while the rest was riding on the back .I just so happen to one of those riding in the back of the truck along with some of my siblings and my dad's friend. It was cold and I said I was and my dad's perverted friend Redplace his jacket over my lap and touched me between my legs I was around d 5 or 6 at the time and I told my dad he stopped the truck him and my oldest brother whoop his ass and my dad kicked him out his truck and made him find another way back to Birmingham,Alabama. Don't never be afraid to speak up no matter what someone tells you they would do to you or your family.That's what's wrong with these wo en and young girls today afraid to say something and let the molestation progress. Stop it before it gets out of hand .Back to my story, I'm just felt that I needed to say that. Thomas decided to get drunker than "Cootie Brown" as per usual his demonic energy just lingered all around the house my dad grabbed an ax while all of the children was fast asleep and he tried to kill every last one of us including my mother. My older siblings woke us all up to get out the house and away from my dad.Kavin my twin was still d leepy he was standing up outside sleep a d my brother Brian had to push him out the way from getting hit by the ax my dad was standing over his head with.This night in particular my mother was fed up we called my grandparents and my mother found d the strength to fight back after my dad Tho as already struck her earlier in the head witha dam hammer coward ass nigga. I will never forget that night my mother was bleeding blood flowing all down the back of her neck I to her beautiful face. Somehow, my mother managed to stop the bleeding by packing toilet tissue into the hole in her head ,her hair was all matted with blood. My mom mustered up the power to get that ax from my dad and sp.it his piano and our floor model t.v and was just about to split my dad until my grandparents walked through the door .My grandfather said "Pumpkin don't do it" my mother was holding the ax in her hand with a very strong grip starring my grandparents in their eyes crying and my mother held her stance then she slowly start lowering the ax in her hand.My grandfather told all of us to pile up in his car and we was on our way to live a new life in Evergreen,Alabama it was about a 2 hour drive sort of speaking but the way my grandparents drive it was more like an hour away. Here we are in a new city with all of my cousins we always loved going g to our grandparents' home.It was always something to do in the cou try .Ike going fishing or pretending we are hunting making little slingshot guns with a stick rubber and and a bottle cap.Our cousins was so much fun ,my grandmother had a*****e in her house she sold drinks,chips,candy,pickles,candybars,frozen cups ect...My grandmother didn't play all about her grandchildren not attending church I never really like church I found it boring and just something never set right about it to me li,e the pastors wasn't being truthful.I just felt it in my soul since I was a little girl.My mother would always make sure we was there front row center with our pretty dresses dress socks or stockings with the ruffles and church shoes for her girls. The boys had their button-up shirts ,ties, nice slacks, dress socks, and shoes.We also had bible study too. I remember my siblings and cousins would have on our play clothes on u derneath our church clothes so that we be prepared to p,ay when we got back home.My mother would give us some money to go to the store across the street after church. Summertime was coming to an end and fall wasbnow approaching it was time for my mom to get her children registered for school ,So she enrolled us into a school called Leeafye it was a school for K-12 grade so we all went to school together and saw eachother everyday so that was very reassuring to know.I made some new friend's named Monique and Natalie they were on the cheer team .Monique had a crush on my brother Kavin but my cousin David liked her too.Kavin and I had the same classes he would steal my homework erase my name and place his name to pass it off as his homework. But he got caught Kavin never liked to do his schoolwork nor ho ework.Everythig was starting to settle into place up until my mother decided to meet some no good low life named "Ace" they discussed plans to moving to Pensacola,Florida without our knowledge. Ace thought because he bought me some church shoes that I would like him "No nigga I don't like you and you can take those church shoes and sholve it up your ass" that's what I wanted to say but you know I was just a kiddo.So my mother and this man came up to our school made up some crazy lie that we all dentist appointments but she was actually disenrolling 5 of her children out of Leeafye. Later that nite my grandparents had a conversation with each of us a d asked us would we rather stay in Evergreen ,Alabama with them to Iive or go with our mother ,it hurts my heart to say that I wanted to go with my mother like any other kid would of done. We all said the same thing. But I always wondered what my life would have been like if I did stay with my grandparents it stead of my mother.I know that I would have stayed in school and graduated maybe went to college and had a more productive life.I know for sure that I was truly loved by my grandmother. NOT A DAY GOES BY THAT I DON'T MISS HER SOUL. " I LOVEC MY GRANDMOTHER TO THE END OF THE EARTH AND BEYOND!" SO! here we are traveling til a dreadful place cursed. i might add Pensacola,FL .I am entering a strange town.I don't know anyone but my brother and sisters. when we arrived . My mother met some wo and named Mrs.Ann she let us stay 2 nights with her .Then my mother met this older woman across the street named Mrs.Newman she lived alone with her 2 dogs. We lived her until my mother got her own place ,maybe about a month .Then we mo ed down the street 2100 N Roosevelt we had a slumlord for a landlord .He never fixed anything around the house but always wanted his rent money.We resided there for some years our very first stable house.School time to get enrolled. I was now starting Spencer Bibbs Elementary School. I made friends by mg deep southern accent. I spoke very differently than the other kids .I was a very shy and loner I really liked being to myself at the age of 8 years old I was trying to be a entrepreneur I had my own smowcone machine I was about making money not running around trying to make friends. My oldest brothers came and moved to Florida to live with us Mike,Brian,and Fred that's when everything begin to change they was i produced to the dope game you guess it the early 80's crack cocaine .They met some people around the corner where we lived named the "Jones." They taught them all about selling dope and reups. scoring, etc... My brother's was starting to come up rock'n their goldchains ,goldteeth,new drip and nice whips with gangsta white walls gutted out,and chickenheads, you get my drift.That's when all the jealousy started with the Jones my brothers were taking over the game everything that came along with the territory.