Songbird's Story

I will call myself songbird.

At the age of 24, I began to remember a series of events in my life that I at one time blocked out or chose not to remember. The first memory that came to me was one of a little boy. I immediately recalled the name Lamont. Age 7, I saw us sitting in my aunts living room playing air hockey as kids. He was my brother. I began to recall, my cousin who molested me in his bedroom while I sat on top of a bean bag while my mother visited his mom in the next room. I remember my mother holding her head to the side so I couln't see the marks on her neck and head while her bitch lover stood over and behind her. I remember looking at the markings on the wall from her body faling against it and scaring the paint. I remember the many nights of feeling left alone to raise myself as a teenager in a single parent
alternative lifestyle living home. Many aunts I've grown to know all weren't related to my family tree though. I remember running away, cutting my wrist and taking half a bottle of Seniquan and ending up in ER with tubes of charcoal running through my esophagas (sp.), I also remember the night I cried wantign to go home and hiding behind a door inmy fathers mothers house, when no one else was around. Don't remember why I was crying though. I remember when I finally thought I made it through the storm and my talents were finally going to be acknowledged for the whole world to see, until a well known big name music ICON came and took my group and vision from me. They went on and grossed 12.5 million in record sales and are still well known til this very day.I also remember the past nine years I've spent in an abusive relationship. I tried to walk away in 3/21/99. Since then I've been searching for peace. I've been looking for someone or something to happen that would help me forgive and move on. This songbird is ready to sing again.Will you listen to what it is that I have to say. Songbird