Never she defined herself
Never she believed little truth
Never she checked when did,
The Sun raised, and the Sun set

She made me
Believe
She is not just
Somebody else

She is full of life
In balance
She keeps on moving
Enjoying every single steps
She knows where
She will be
After 10 years

Before this end up
Let me remind
Even being
The brightest star
Inside the Galaxy
She is a home to me.

The bruises on my skin fade
But the memories remain
I don’t know how to survive my days
And I’ll never be the same

I grew up in a religious home,
they implemented this dream
that one day ill be come a priest
And it was the only way to make them happy.

I lived this silly dream up until the end of 5th grade when i realized,
There is no god.

Fore how can a man of such holy stature commit all these heinous crimes against his own "children".
I was 10 years old when i realized i had enough, that my voice needed to be heard.

They dont talk about little boys getting molested, almost intentionally looking away as if it never happens.

Us boys are taught a long list of rules from a young age to never cry, never show fear, never back down, just a whole lot of nevers.

But I was never taught to deal with a grown man inside me.

Believe me it hurt, it hurt more than any pain i have felt to this day.
What made it worse was the one inside me, my father.

At first it started off innocent enough, he was drunk and didnt know what he was doing.
But it soon progressed into a side business he ran under the table
"20 dollars, 20 mins"

At 8 years old, brandy became my best friend. She was the only thing that numbed my pain, although forced down my throat so I wont fight back, I learned to enjoy the burn.

A year later i went to my first party.
Months of getting beat down and broke all was ment for this day.

23 guys; one boy.