They were two college students, happily together when they got pregnant with a baby

Nevertheless, they named her Madeline Avery

I don’t remember most of my childhood as I’ve blocked a lot of it out, choosing to dissociate

Many instances I recall from my childhood fill me with sheer hate 

Growing up in a home that wasn’t exactly broken 

But living with two parents who were never fully there caused a heartbroken.

Having a dad who was a firefighter staying at the firehouse multiple times a week

Trying to ensure his family had a roof over their heads and could get a good nights sleep

And a mother who has always been there presently, but never be trusted dependently 

A stay at home mom who was lowkey super lazy

The mood of the room was defined by you

A mother of three but always so blue

Out and about

Not really sure of her whereabouts 

Tucking my brothers into bed, pulling their sheets over, and giving them kisses on the cheek

“Where is mom?”

“I don’t know boys, let’s just go to sleep.”

A childhood revolved around constant fights

Falling asleep with earbuds in plenty of nights

Finding divorce papers on their nightstand at 11 years old 

A complex relationship for a child behold

Holes in bedroom doors

Each caused by screaming, kicking, and a hoverboard

Verbal abuse that made me feel like sh*t

Which is something that made my stomach have a pit

A middle school girl who felt like dying

Keeping my goals and motivations high was very inspiring

Learning that life was best if you became self-sufficient 

Moments alone that made me efficient

Coming home to dinner that was never made 

Eating a lot of unhealthy food that I would create 

Developed an eating disorder from a young age

Just because I go to a private school doesn’t mean I have riches

I live in the Shores and we have come a long way since

Many folks might think that my life seems together

Although they don’t know the extent I’ve endeavored 

Thinking back to my childhood in when I reminisce

Oh how many of the days in the past will not be missed 

Although it was filled with both highs and lows

These are some memories of my life that follow me with sorrow