Bloodline curse

Weirdly, you are not supposed to remember those memories, especially at the age I am right now. But my mind doesn't let me forget it makes me have nightmares since the age of 3 years. I was born in 1978 yeah 70s when everybody was getting along, making love everywhere, protesting, and merging as one from different states and countries. Light-skinned women were all the rage redbones they call them, still to this day lol. My mother happened to be the coke-bottled one that caught my Daddy's eye though. I don't know much about my mother only she was a beautiful big puppy dog with brown eyes, an Indian feature nose and cheekbones which I have, and short tiny feet but temperamental. Most importantly she was spaced out on drugs and had mental illness problems, well I learned that early too. My father, O. Wallace was a strong independent, no-nonsense, hardworking wise, man of the streets. It was only later he was called the Messiah because everybody sought wisdom from him and anything he said was true it happened. He never sugarcoat anything. My dad taught me to be strong and mighty, and never to fail at anything. He was very hard on us and I see now why I'm grown, because the word don't give a damn, they will eat you up and spit you on the curb in a wet cardboard box. Momma Weirdly, you are not supposed to remember those memories, especially at the age I am right now. But my mind doesn't let me forget it makes me have nightmares since the age of 3 years. I was born in 1978 yeah 70s when everybody was getting along, making love everywhere, protesting, and merging as one from different states and countries. Light-skinned women were all the rage redbones they call them, still to this day lol. My mother happened to be the coke-bottled one that caught my Daddy's eye though. I don't know much about my mother only she was a beautiful big puppy dog with brown eyes, an Indian feature nose and cheekbones which I have, and short tiny feet but temperamental. Most importantly she was spaced out on drugs and had mental illness problems, well I learned that early too. My father, O. Wallace was a strong independent, no-nonsense, hardworking wise, man of the streets. It was only later he was called the Messiah because everybody sought wisdom from him and anything he said was true it happened. He never sugarcoat anything. My dad taught me to be strong and mighty, and never to fail at anything. He was very hard on us and I see now why I'm grown, because the word don't give a damn, they will eat you up and spit you on the curb in a wet cardboard box. Daddy My dad is a tall strong tall good looking black man it was not until his older days he was called Messiah. But he always was wise, and strong-minded he put his children first in all he did and taught us to do the same. There were no times my father left our side until that short period I can remember when he went to jail and we went to my mom to live in Chicago Cabrini Green Projects. I don't recall how long we were there. But I remember my oldest sister Charlotte ? going through the worst treatment ever. We never got touched because she always jumped in the way to protect us. I love you sis ?. My mother did her so wrong, she left us with her with nothing to eat poor Charlotte chose to take care of her brother and sisters instead of going to school. If this wasn't enough I remember seeing my sister looking in a room with my mom and men who pulled her clothes off. She sold my sister for drugs and beat her every night saying she hated my Daddy. When her life came to an end she told Char I always hated you. I always hated y'all. What a mother huh? I remember our last night before my Daddy came as my hero. I had a terrible nightmare my mother was hanging out the window holding on tight to the edge, she yelled but I couldn't understand what she said. Somehow we switched places I was hanging out the window now, "help me momma" I cried. She looked at me like she didn't know who I was and left my hand to let go of the ledge and I started to fall. I woke up quickly, you guys I was 3 years old when I had that dream I remember it like yesterday and I am,41 right now today. My hero, my father was there when I jerked out of my nightmare. I could hear him and my mom argue in the kitchen. So I sled behind my mom because I didn't recognize this big black man yelling at her. All I remember is him jumping over the table her falling back hitting a stove and being pinned against the chair and a HoTT stove my arm still had the long black scar today from being burned. I didn't realize it then but my Daddy saved us. We used to run wild through the projects and every week we realized someone else was missing. If that doesn't scare you while my mother was selling poor Char we ran and saw how many body parts we found in the dumpster of the projects which kept filthy. In those days they called him Frank the Weewee man. Today they make stupid movies and call him Candyman. Yes, we survived Candyman we knew who he was, there was an organization, not a g**g back in those days called GD Disciple and my brother had head ranks Crazy T. He didn't allow faggits or women killars in his area so he would go around trying to find Frank. One day he did and kicked his front door open. All of us wanted to be them the little gansta? baby squad so we followed. When the door flew open a horrible smell of old flesh came rushing out. It was dark with one single Dem lamp in the corner, and panie ho of women hanging from the ceiling looking like he was dancing in between them. We didn't go further because Po Po came. We heard the sirens everybody ran. The problem was my small legs didn't move faster everybody ran over me. It resulted in my front teeth being knocked out. I believe by the time I left Chicago the day my daddy saved me I was four or five. Because I walked around without any teeth til my adult front teeth grew in. My daddy has always been and will always be my #1 hero.