I’m from a vibrant, beautiful place
Where I was raised by a nanny who loved me like a great mother loves her kids
I’m the youngest out of two
I’ve always been spoiled but never with attention
My father walked out before I was born which hurts me in many different ways
My mother was always home, but never paid any attention to me.
She was too busy with her new husband, never really saw me grow up
I’m from a place where kids grow up being spoiled and snotty
But I never wanted to make others feel less.
I’m from a place where I couldn’t associate with anyone who was in a “lower class” because my people felt that all they wanted was money
I would sit outside behind my gates, watching kids throw a ball around, yelling at the top of their lungs about how much fun it was to be able to play whenever they wanted
I would watch grown-ups leave early in the morning and come back late at night because they had to work extra to get food on the table while I had extra and my mom didn’t work late
My sister was my best friend, my soulmate
We would put our bright pink matching swimsuits on and jump into our pool causing a huge splash
We would braid each-others long, bright brown silky hair
She was my shoulder to cry on when no one else listened to me
My step-dad was my hero
I would fall asleep outside on the front porch as he was singing to me a song he made just for his special little girl
He loved me so much, more than I knew
He found me crying one gloomy afternoon in the rain and picked me up and told me magical stories to make me feel better
Stories I would never forget, stories that I still remember till this day
My mother was so beautiful and astonishing
She loved herself so much, but also loved her children
She played with me whenever she could, which was barely
She meant the world to me, but I felt that I meant nothing to her
I saw her every day, sometimes I would go up to her and ask her to play
Wrapping my little arms around her as she would unwrap them and tell me to go out and play with the nanny
She didn’t show any love, but I knew that a mother will always love their children
Maybe she was too busy, or maybe she had other stuff going on
I come from a place where everything was gated
I lived in a huge blueberry house with a two pools, two extra smaller houses, and extra land
I had all so much space, so many toys, and so many fun things to do but didn’t have anyone to do it with
I enjoyed the long, hot summer nights where I would lay in the green grass staring straight at the ebony sky looking for a shooting star
I enjoyed long beautiful walks with my sister, getting lost in the middle of no where
We should be scared, trying to find a way to get back home but instead we would make jokes and laugh
We would find a river and jump in and play
We would spend every day looking for a place to get lost in
At the end of every day she would give me a piggy back ride till we got home
She would bathe me every night and put me to sleep
She was my everything
I’m from a place where mothers are loving but don’t show it
Where sisters are your second mothers, next to your nanny
Where your father walks out on you even before you are born
I’m from a vibrant yet murky place