My Lifes' a POEM?

[NYPRCAN]

6yrs old: I rarely smiled you know, I could'nt remember wondering or even know what a FATHER was , (Blip) How could you miss something/someone you've never had? Oh well, I remember how my Mother would yell at me for eating my Lil Sis's banana baby food(cause I was starving, it was good though). I remember never having, but really not know that I didn't have, It seemed a NORM to me. A knock at the door saved my life as my mom had lost it and was chasing us with a knife. I ran to get the door and he said he was "PAPI". I didn't care who he was, he saved our lives for that moment.
A few months passed PAPI showed us how to catch rats and baby rats with a box,string,a pencil. He'd fill the tub with the rats so we can have something to play with everyday, he'd take toilet paper and let the rats run up the paper and out the window to their deaths. PAPI showed my Brothers and Sis how to roll a joint and how to smoke and drink. One particular time, he took out a black book and made us all(6) stand on a star on the floor, made us close our eyes as he chanted something out of that book and then he started to yell " NOT HER, NO NOT HER" he was talking about my lil sis(DebbieAnn, may She RIP) He said the book and the candle told him that SHE is going to die soon. Let her RIP.:-( well a bunch of abuses and beatings (later)to all of us my Mom got the worst of it,( compliments of the DRUNK and DRUGGY named PAPI) We locked the door, he put his fist threw the wall,(Concrete with mesh wiring back in those days). PAPI is gone for good, we haven't seen or heard from him.
7yrs old: My Mom sent me with the FoOd Stamps to A&P, I was robbed outside while a bunch of kids playing basketball watched. The guy had a knife to my throat and a big white Dog. He told me if i moved he would kill me and let the DOG eat my throat. One of the kids brought me to my mom and i got my ass beat for letting him take our money. Okay well now i'm hungry. If i didn't go to school, I didn't get some food. I remember having bullying some kids for their lunch and eating ALL at once(cause I was starving) and my stomach started to hurt so badly that I cried and the school nurse contacted( I don't know how) the home attendant we had (because my mom needed help I think she(mom) attempted her 2nd suicide at this age? I can't remember what number time was it) but turns out the Home Attendant(Mrs Tabbs)picked me up and later i was better because she gave me my first lollipop and all was well. Mrs Tabbs threw a birthday party for me and I cried, it was also my first. I never saw Mrs Tabbs after that. I met some girlfriends my older Brother introduced me to, I remember playing RUN,CATCH and Kiss. But these girls were alot older than all of us, and well they taught me how to kiss and other things>well, I'll leave that at that.
8yrs old: I truly don't remember anything significant.
9yrs old: They told my Moms we had to leave our apt, it was being condemned. we moved down the street, WOW, a real apt,in another type of projects(highrises). Wow.hallways graffitied and dark elevators that hardly worked. No heat, alot of times. no Big deal, I had the hand me downs and my bro's and sis(5now) are hardly home, they' out runnin the streets. I don't remember my moms attempting suicide this year though, so it must've been good.
10-13 yrs old: I started to work in The RIDES, doing odd jobs, met alot of people and was able to help my mom. Not bad, My friends would come by the job and I would hook them up with the stuffed dolls. We All were forced to attend some social worker at the hospital every week,(Mrs. Forman) She always seemed to adjust her bra cups while talking to me) I don't remember much of this time, I guess nothing much happened.
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[NYPRCAN]

Continued from above....

131/2 I'm fighting (as usual)in the streets and theres a crowd(as usual) and next thing you know I'm building a gym and Boxing.
14yrsold: One of my best friends ALBERT(that used to chase girls with me)admitted he is gay(I didn't know) and his father threw him out. I don't know where he went.
15yrs I've saw a guys head blown off, right across the street from me..The cops asked me and I saw nothin. It wasn't the first time I've seen violence, it was the first time it was like 15feet to my face. The Boyz were trying to set a girl up to do a gangbang(Rape) to her, I saved her by telling her and running her to safety. I wonder what ever happened to her?
I'm 16 now and skipping alot of things but I'm very good at boxing,i'm in the newspapers and things are looking good, My mother seems to be happier, my life is cool, I'm getting into clubs and chillin like a Baller. I meet new people that show me a life that I later realized is a scary one but very secured.
19yrs old: ALbert is dead:-( Let him RIP. I had Bob Gucciones Son offer to become my Manager to get me to turn pro(Boxer). I again meet some good people and now i'm chillin in the Limo and getting into The COPA and Heathrobs for free..OH and ROSELAND. While at Roseland i saw a guys head get cracked by one of the BALLBUSTAS.(it was dark, I don't know who, so don't ask), I saw a guy try to run out and another guy put a bullet in his head also at ROSELAND. .(it was dark, I don't know who, so don't ask),
21yrs old, I've changed my life and became scared of TOO MUCH POWER so I ran, i'm currently 17'1/2 years in THE Army(which saved my life) and Mom still lives in the Projects. My Bros 1 still in jail and the other, has done a 360degrees. My Older Sis is doing better for herself, but still a drug user. My younger Sis I couldn't prouder of, She's completing her bachelors degree and stays taking care of my Mom,,(Thank God For my Lil Sis) Of course for the sake of space I had to concise my life but it feels good sharing it with CFers'.
I'm skipping alot but my memory of these years have caused me to take another road. I had to leave things out that may incriminate me, so I plead the 5th. I' will add as I remember, my memory is not as good as it used to be
There you have it, my lifes' a poem?
keep Checking this thread, I have more, I will add as I remember

 

[La Mas Grande]

Wow!!!!!!!!! Aot of what you wrote is very familar to me. Thank you for sharing...

 

[ChuckD]

woaw.

{{{hugz to nyprcan}}}

 

[NYPRCAN]

Thanks LaMas and ChuckD, I'll add more of my life Poem..
10yrs old: My older sis tried to kill me 2x at this age, once she got possessed(I have a credible witness) She screamed like a man and she choked me til I almost passed out. Our Friend(My witness) luckily was there to stop her from finishing me off, by Slapping the BLIP out of my Sis. The other when I cracked jokes on her, and She cracked a perfume bottle on my skull from atop the stairways. I gushed blood as she laughed and I almost passed out, I got the scar to proof that one.

 

[NYPRCAN]

13 yrs old: I had a small locked box in my room and I woke up to see my Older Bro sniffin some white lines as I looked at the locker , kinda still focusing from atop the 15yr old bunkbed we still had, He leaves quickly as I awake and I see the locker was now broken and all the gold that I had was gone. Later one of my female friends asked me why did I sell the chain she gave me, I said I didn't but she didn't believe me, cause her friends told her they saw me, I forgot to mention me and my Older Bro looked alot alike. He never knew he did it, and My moms made me promise not to hurt him.

 

[LaIndia320]

Wow NYP this is so interesting, stuff that ive gone through. Mu@@@

 

[Angelino]

WOW........I'M OUT OF WORDS.......VERY TOUCHING.......THANKS FOR SHARING THAT WITH US......

 

[sweetheart]

omg!

WOW...THIS WAS VERY VERY DIFFERENT...SAD YET BEAUTIFUL. THERE ARE NO WORDS I CAN PUT DOWN THAT WOULD GOOD ENOUGH FOR THIS POEM! GOOD JOB!!!!!

 

[NYPRCAN]

Thanks Laindia, Angelino,Sweetheart..I figure after reassessing my life, this new year . I'm going to let my past show me why I am the way I am. My Mother getting older is causing me to become more emotional and connected with the way she struggled and how life was , and how much I'm thankful for her teachings to help me get out of the psychological downfalls that my past had.

 

[NYPRCAN]

15 years old: I'm 15, and I working at the rides (CI). I'm chillin, you know guessing peoples names and ages anything they wanted me to guess..I was becoming pretty damn good at guessing, alot I was guessing was right. I had a crowd and a pregnant woman with her man daring me to guess the birth date of their baby. I guessed it, i remember..it was oct 20th and I hit it right on the button. SO they lost the bet but being that I love kids, i let her take the prize anyway. The Boss saw me do this and came over to me, I thought he was going to fire me instead he gave me an extra $10 for being a good person. I told him that I felt bad and didn't want the money, he asked why and I told him, because I felt like something was wrong with the guess that it wasn't a good thing , he told me to take the money. That was July. In the end of August the pregnant womans man came back to me and told me that his girl had lost the baby ON THE 20th and maybe it were a sign, so he asked me to guess the birth of their next child..(I was spooked to say the least) i'll never forget his eyes filled with tears and i told him, I couldn't, HE thought i had some type of trick and he wanted me to do it again for his next one..because he said the next one WILL be born. I gave him a date and it ended up to be OcT 20th again. He looked at me and said, "I'll be back next year with GOOD NEWS..Thanks"...I never heard from him again, I was there the following year and I never heard from him again. I hope I was atleast on the positive side of my guess.

 

[sweetheart]

WOW...THAT IS CRAZY! SO SAD THAT SHE LOST THE BABY.

 

[NYPRCAN]

yeah, it was sad. I'm 16years old: i'm at a JAM(Party outside on the block) and I'm happy cause I just won another championship and the BOYZ on the block want to celebrate , i'm walking down the ramp of this park and one of my boyz grab me and throw me to the fence on my left. " YO, LOok, what you just missed as I look over to my right I see a guy with a GUN aiming it up the ramp at the crowd,(at this point, everything went into SLOWMOTION action, like the movies) The crowd yelled and The guy ran towards the boardwalk. I didn't stay to see who got hit but my boy said that for some reason the guy pulled the trigger and it didn't go off, as I (yes, I) was walking into the path of the bullet!..I couldn't believe it, someone layed yelling for help and I remember thinking ...That person could've been me. I never noticed the guy at the bottom. I heard a few days later (on the street) that the trigger finger was braggin about the hit but complained cause the gun JAMMED at first! I lucked out

 

[NYPRCAN]

19yrs old: I'm walking down the street(in Brooklyn), a guy passes me walking quickly pass me, in front of me about 25feet were 2 guys walking side by side talking. I hear a BAM BAM and my right ear begins to ring, (Time went to slowmotion mode, so it seemed)I look to the right and see someone standing there, he pulls what I now focused on, a chrome plated 38, he looked at me and pulled away and was trying to fix the gun(it jammed) he couldn't get it to pop again , so he ran. I look to the front of me and one of the guys is on the ground and his boy is grabbing him, the guy on the ground says he's been shot and his walkman was dragging under him from the earphone piece out from under his jacket. ( A yellow goosedown jacket) I started walking past him and his friend begged me NOT to shoot. I said as I kept walking, "I don't have anything to do with this, I'm NOT with that guy" and I jetted. I don't know what ever became of the guy who got shot, I overheard him telling his boy that he's bleeding , get help. I left I saw that other guy stopped at the other end and I think he' was trying to fix his gun.

 

[Sadness]

Amazing!!! Life's journey, you never know where your road will take you or where your journey is gonna stop. May god protect you, seems like you've come close too many times.