The choice was yours

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life

Im starting to understand the small strands that start to unfold in my hands,
but for you, you really don't know the makings of a man nor, the workings of a woman. your mother never had the time. she was to busy taking your father's place working seven days a week at a steady pace. making sure you and your younger siblings had a warm place, but look how you appreciate. stealing out her purse so you can pay you and your one of few boyfriends way, to see some lame movie, but that was just some cover. so you can sit in the back row and top him off like popcorn and warm butter. if you knew better, you would do better. you and your mother constantly fight, because you keep sneaking off at night. you think she's trying to control your life. when she just trying to make sure your alright, but that's life. when are you going to grow up! Shyt life was fun until you realized you had one in the oven from all that loving. moma couldn't afford a fifth, how she going to take care of a sixth. so you packed your ssh and hit the sticks wishing you listened a bit. life aint quite what you made of it. it cost quite a bit, when you dont have ssh! you can't make heads or tails of it. you selling tail, like you flipping quarters. you said that's it! I can't take this. found some man, who came off like Mr right. fixed you up treated you right, until one night his mood was foul and he was breaking ssh! and woke the child. you tried to calm him down, and ultimately took the place of the broken vase. that was the first time. I mean discipline was discipline, you felt maybe you deserve that whipping. all the things you did, he's just doing what your father should've did. six years you put up with this. finally finish high school. did good in your interview, actually got the job. he didn't even ask you for one red cent, but while you were late night working, his temper was lurking. drinking and burping hitting the baby. when you got in the first week. you noticed a cut under his chin, but you didn't say nothing. then next a bruise on his thigh, a cut on his left eye. why am I not surprised. you didn't do ssh! when he hit your eye, but this is a chance to give your son a better life. who am I kidding. you like this lie, he'll change, but the more he change. the more things terribly stay the same. one day you got home, and your son wasn't breathing. you knew he wasn't blue for no reason. it was eleven o'clock what was he doing in the tube? you rushed him to the ER, and after they got him stable, the first thing they noticed was the scars. the state took him you, and your man running around free, and your doing ten years behind bars....