I didn’t realize I was an addict until I attended a P.O.P.S. meeting. P.O.P.S. stands for Pain of the Prison System. It’s a club that meets on Wednesday at Venice High. It was my first time attending and a guest speaker, Khanisha Foster, talked about her experiences living with addicted parents.
That’s when I realized I was an addict.
I am a fat girl at heart
I wonder if bacon and tuna taste good together
I hear the sound of bacon grease popping out of a pan
I see my junk food stashed in my drawer
I want cornbread with syrup.
I am a fat girl at heart
I pretend I don’t eat much but I pig out on every piece of junk food in sight
I touch the croissants with chocolate inside at P.O.P.S. and thank the person
who invented such a thing.
I Am His Reflection in the Mirror
I am his reflection in the mirror
My eyes, my lips, my nose, my hair even my moles everything I got it from my dad
A dad that I love and hate at the same time.
I love my dad because he gave me the best childhood any kid can ask for.
I hate him for beating my mom halfway to death, those were my worst moments.
I hate the fact that I look like him. I don’t want to look like him.
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I grew up in what seemed to be a happy home.
I was always smiling, rarely cried and no one ever seemed to argue. Since I was a child, my mom, dad and big brother, Jeremiah, have been the center of my world. My mom and dad were deeply in love, even after twenty years of marriage.
Even though we didn’t live in the best neighborhood, they always found a way to make me laugh and see the best in every situation. It wasn’t until I turned twelve that it all fell apart.
