Adulting

My adult life has been hard
No one prepared me for this shit
Most people start their adult lives at 18. Mine started at 17
I was in high school working a full time job at a ratchet as fast food restaurant
I was homeless four months before I was able to find a place of my own.
That’s how I seen it
I rented a room to an older couple
Living in my car taught me a lot
It’s something I hope I never have to do again
Living in that room made me feel alive
Like I was actually doing something
Like I was not another statistic
And then shit went sideways
I lived in that room with my boyfriend
My boyfriend was an asshole
He fucked so many other girls
And then came home to sleep on my bed
When I left him he decided to become abusive
The first night it happened was frightening
He pushed me into a wall and then it’s all a blur.
I remember trying to runaway.
I did my best to jump out the window. He just pulled me back in.
I’ll never forget what he said to me. I screamed for help and he replies, “you think anyone’s gonna help you?”
Something in me died that day
And then it kept happening
I tried to leave until he started threatening me. He refused to let me be free
I was his, he said.
Anything, everything i did wrong had a consequence and I knew it
So I ran away
From that point forward I just ran away
My whole adult life has been me escaping him
Running from him
I’ve consumed so many drugs in such a short period of time
I hooked up with so many different people male and female
My life was a mess
I was a mess
There’s always a reminder
I had a miscarriage when I was 17
It was his
He never left my side
I’ll always remember this
I was a victim of domestic violence and I hardly ever talk about it
So far I’ve been homeless, abused, used, confused, and on drugs
All by 18 years old
At 19 nothing changed
Drugs were my go to
Sex was always a call away
I don’t know where I went wrong
I don’t know where I let it all fall
There it goes again I
I didn’t do anything wrong
I am not to blame
But I still do it
I runaway
I always runaway
I don’t know why I still do it
I guess part of me still feels the need to escape him
I got tired of sleeping around, so I settled down
It made me feel better about what I had done. Like it was a clean slate.
As if being a sexual being was something to be ashamed of
And then I ended up married
At 20 I ran away some more
Hundreds of Miles away from home now
Living a married life now
My life still a mess
Minus the drugs and different men
And then one day I almost die
And I almost met my maker
But I didn’t
There I was with a swelled brain and no mobility
Learning to walk again was hard but I did it fast
This thought never leaves my mind
I gotta be better
I gotta do better
I have to be somebody
Anybody
I can’t be another stereotype
I refuse to be another statistic
Something that died when I became a victim was reborn when I almost lost it all
My life is not a mess anymore
But I am still a mess
Minus the drugs and strangers
Sort of
I’m married now
So my life is different
I am still trying to figure this all out
It’s not easy
I’m always alone
So I remain trapped in my thoughts
I remain stuck in the past
But I’ll figure it out
I have to be somebody
21 has to be better right?
I don’t know why I believe I need to be something, somebody
I assume it’s the abused side of me
I just need to be me
I know that
Whoever me is is okay
Except it’s not
Not in my head
It’s always my fault
I’m always doing something wrong
Why?
Life can’t be this hard for one individual
The universe can’t always be against me
So here I am still
Married, confused, used, abused, alone and forgotten.
It was supposed to be a clean slate
A redo
Instead it feels like a job
Instead I feel alone
Instead I feel incomplete
Instead I am what I think I’m supposed to be and I am not who I want to be
Adulting is hard
When does it get better?
I assume soon
I feel alive again
I’m not whole but I’ll get there
I’m still alone but I like solitude
There’s something peaceful about silence
There’s something peaceful about knowing you’re going to be okay
No one prepared me for this shit man
I never thought this would be my life
I never imagined this is who I’d be
I’m an emotional, disturbed individual with some serious issues but aren’t we all?

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Woman

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
I repeat this every day
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
There’s another saying, God gives his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers
Maybe I don’t want to be a soldier
Why do I always have to be strong?
Why am I constantly reminded that being strong isn’t a choice?
Isn’t it?
Can I choose to be weak today?
Can I choose to feel my emotions?
I feel as a woman I’m expected to be fragile
A beautiful fragile creature
Except I don’t give a fuck about people’s expectations
I’m a strong independent woman and I’m proud of that
I can hold myself down
I don’t need anybody
Except when I do
Except when I am a fragile creature
I don’t fall into one category you see
I am one with my soul
I am one with my mind
I am one with my body
Sometimes I’m fragile
Other times I’m strong
I can be more than just these two things
I am more than just two things
I am beautiful
Just as I am masculine at times
I am kind hearted
Just as I am a bitch
I am selfish
Just as I am humble
I am more than just two things
I am everything
I am anything
I think god really does give his battles to his strongest soldiers
Mainly because I need something to keep me going
I need something to look forward to
I need something to believe in
We all need something to believe in
I am woman
I can carry life within me
I carry light through me
But I’m more than just a woman
I am an individual being
I am everything
I am anything
So I can do anything
I am one with my mind, body, and soul
I am everything

Balance

Good things are supposed to happen to good people
Or so we’re told
Or so I believed
Bad things happen to bad people
But that’s not true
Shit just happens.
Sometimes it feels like the universe is against me
Sometimes it feels like I’m all alone
But that’s not a logical thought
That’s an emotion
Logically speaking
The universe can’t be against one single individual
Just like a person cannot be alone in a world where over 7 billion people exist
But shit happens
So I feel alone
And I feel sad
Today was supposed to be a good day
I got great news
Life changing news
And on 4/20 to make it that much better
Except I don’t feel happy
Instead I feel tired, sad, neglected, rejected, angry, confused, hurt, lost
But I’ve learned to deal with all these emotions by now
My life consists of bad things and occasionally some good things
Maybe I’m seeing the glass half empty right now
Maybe I’m finally seeing the truth
Whatever the correct answer is
Shit happens
& life goes on
And bad things will continue to happen to good people
And good things will continue to happen to bad people
This way the universe is in balance
This way life makes sense
Or so we’re told
Or so I believe
We all need something to believe in
Right?

Be happy

Have you ever asked yourself why?
Just really questioned why?
Why you are the way you are?
Why you live the life you live?
Why you like certain things?
Dislike certain things?
Why you feel happy when you see a happy child?
Why you feel sad when someone dies in a movie?
Why you feel on top of the world some days?
But want to crawl into a cave other days?
I have.
I do.
I question everything.
My mom says my nickname as a child was “porque” which translates to why. She said I asked why for everything.
Why is the sky blue?
Why do I have brown eyes and other kids have blue eyes?
Why am I 5 and my brother is 10?
Why do I have to go to school?
Why can’t I express myself the way I’d like?
Why do I pretend to be happy when I know I’m not?
Why do I hold back my tears when I know I don’t have to?
Why do I try to be strong?
Why do I feel that I need to be strong at all times?
Why do I live this particular life?
Why has god given me such a hard life?
Why did I have sex at only 13 years old?
Why is my body count higher than my age?
Why did i try all those different drugs?
Why did I let men use me?
Why did I use others?
Why did I let myself get abused?
Why do I blame myself for being abused?
Why do I still look for my abuser?
Why do I jump from relationship to relationship?
Why do I feel what I’m feeling now?
Why do I have to question everything?
Why can’t I just be happy with the life I was given?
Why can’t I just be happy?
Because I don’t live the life I want
Because happiness comes from within
Because misery loves company
Because to appreciate the sun you gotta know what rain is
Because I’m living everyone’s life but my own