• becoming.
    the wind in my hair on a summer's day.
    the hurricane, the eye of the storm.
    let me tell of my life past.
    and then tell me of yours......

    I'm a little girl, my life is perfect....
    until one night i saw
    my parents fighting,
    and it rubbed my sad heart raw.

    that was six. now, i look upon my
    later years.....

    parents remarry others i do not know,
    one gets sickness weary,
    one gets divorced.
    those times... still teary.

    now I try to hold back,
    dad's going to california... is he ever coming back?
    he needs Ei. to have care
    but our family tears.

    and through these years,
    i was abused,
    hit, punched, threatened,
    used..........

    and i dare not
    dare not!
    tell of the abuse,
    the punching, and threatening
    and use
    to my parents of hard work
    good and true.

    yet i feel one day i might be killed
    by sorrow...........




    this story is true..... and there is more i dare not tell.