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  • I was snatched by life before I knew what real love was.
    At 14, I didn't care if my mom loved me all not, all I cared about was playing basket ball

    Then it happened

    I was forced into a world of violence like an unborn fetus forced out a mother's womb.
    I was pushed,called names,spat on and chased around
    I was not welcomed anywhere and everywhere
    The only friends I had where those that reminded me how wicked and bad I was
    Then I started believing that I was cursed
    That my place was in the jungle
    That I was not worthy to stand among the living

    Why am I uncomfortable when your warm hands touch my skin?
    Why am I frighten when you hold me?

    I can out-stand a tornado of violence but i feel threaten by a breeze of love

    The love I know is caring after your family

    Laying your life for those that are closer to you

    Forgetting your hunger so someone else can eat

    A love that has no romance

    A love in a war

    As I was complaining one day, my wise mother looked me in the eyes and said "Let her hold you, it will not last forever".
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