So as I continue to tell my childhood
Could you say Traumas?
My childhood traumas
I want to remind you
None of this is fictional
None of this is embellished
If anything I've simplified it and made it clean and polished
Living it was hell
Telling it has been hell
I don't want pity
I just want to tell My Story
The things I lived through
And experienced
Yes I know it's a very dark one
But it's my life I can't change it
I'll embrace my pain and keep it
Because maybe that's what god chose for me
Maybe I was destined to live this life
This harsh life
So I could grow strong and be the woman
That he envisioned I could be
Or maybe it has nothing to do with any of it.
Who knows
Last Goodbye I talked about things I endured
At ages four through six
I'll try and keep going throughout my youth
If my story bores you that's fine
Just click off and move on
There's no harm done with walking away
When I was seven we moved houses again
I was in third grade, going to school with Casey
Me and my sister were in our room playing Barbies
And we had an idea to make a 'hammock'
So we slid blankets under the rails of our bunk bed
We were laughing and having so much fun
My mom came she said we were ripping the fibers in the blankets
And had to get down and clean
So we took it down
But it was so fun so we put them up again
Started laughing and swinging
She came back
We still hadn't cleaned
She pulled us off and I don't know
Well I do she hit us both
Multiple times
For ruining her things
For not cleaning
Maybe she was just taking her anger out on us
