The Birth Of A Savage

Well most know me as a good girl with a sweetheart and most know me from running the streets with the bros. I wasn't your ordinary girl at all. I have always been around boys all my life. Never hung around females like that. Even though I had one sister, she was shipped away when we were kids. We have history but not much at all. I didn't have the childhood most kids would consider amazing. But instead we had a childhood from hell itself. I wouldn't say I was a princess or a daddy's girl. I was born in a family with people who love little kids. I used to think to myself why I couldn't have a different daddy. Why was I put in a family like this? But you know he damaged our lives coming up as kids.

He is the reason I am the way I am today. I turned into the savage most don't get to see. I'm not that bad of a person. I smell bs from a mile away before it could even go down. I have always been gifted to see things before it happens. I also can speak with people who's not alive anymore. I was blessed but never knew why. I always see myself as a damaged girl that can't trust anybody. I always have my guard up when it comes to speaking with people. I always knew there weren't any good people out here. I think people are out to hurt me. My daddy damaged my mind so bad I couldn't trust anybody around me. I had to grow up before my time when staying with my daddy. He made us into his slaves.

I had to raise my brothers, clean and cook for everybody at only nine. He shipped my older sibling away from me so I wouldn't know what was happening. But I put it together after it happened to me. He messed me up physically,mentally and spiritually. I was crying out for help but it wasn't no end to the trauma. I hated people that always spoke about the man above. He wasn't there to help me from being hurt or being there to help me mentally. He was nowhere to be found. But they wanted me to trust. I hated people talking to me about things like that. I would spazz on people all around. I would fight people just because you looked at me wrong.

I was the troublemaker when I was battling the trauma. I couldn't make any sense of the thing. I didn't understand until I got old enough to realize that life doesn't revolve around negative things. I had it rough from being abused to being mistreated. I never had it like my friends. I always made a way out of no way. So when I did have friends I had more of my kind of people. The ones who were damaged from trauma. So when I meet somebody good I always run them off. Even in my love life I ran them off so they wouldn't have to deal with my trauma. I always thought other people would be happy without me in their lives. But when I met this one friend she always made me happy or made me smile.

She knew how to handle my attitude, my bipolar ways, my damaged mind. She knew how to make me feel like the woman I needed to be. She showed me how your trauma can turn into a story for someone who has been through the same. She showed me that even if you are hurt, you don't have to wear it on your sleeve. She showed me a life I thought was impossible. This friend was my rider. But she did some things I didn't care for. I couldn't judge her because we both have our downfalls. I can't wait till you'll meet her.

She is worth my head aches and butt pain. She was my first best friend until all the bs came out of the woodworks. But she is the reason I became the savage I am now as an adult. She turned me into this beast that may come off as harsh but not too rude. I am that lady that most would love to have thanks to her.  She turned me into that street runner with the hustle of a man. You're going to be surprised at what she did to get me here in my life.