The revolution of your tomorrow

This is my story told only by my truth A story of a girl who was forced in a woman’s shoes This is my story hard core and weak cover in sin blood disfunction and deceit. This is my story a legecy after me only God knows all my tragedy. A story of a girl who was blessed with a strong head who fought thru the streets the hood even prints on to get us feed. A mother that found to be weak, that would sell us for rocks to make her demons go away. Her last words was, “I didn’t never like y’all anyway.” This not just my story but many like me that came up thru dis function and still believe in hope in love in life to be free. But let me go back and maybe you’ll see. I came to St. Louis broken but protected, it was hard to shake the bad things in my mind from being motherly neglected. We were pushed in a family orantation but some of my siblings hated the arrangements. Some where already grown alreadydamage my Jeanette my mom, but us smaller ones where confused to what was going on. We followed one leader the one that feed us when she was weak feed of burnt Cheerios as she beat her tho her feet. We felt my sisters pain and we vale to protect her name so when she went against my step mom we did the same.