Blessed

The devil almost got me, a few times.

Born to a meth addicted prostitute so it’s a miracle that I even made it here.

They say that while the baby is forming in the womb, that they absorb the spirit of their mother as well as the sounds of the environment.

Maybe that’s why I’m a white girl but not really.

God knows what kind of men my mom was sleeping with to jump back onto the dragons back and escape from it all. Experimenting with drugs and alcohol at 12 years old, she lost her mind before it could even develop.

A beautiful young artist with a volcanic and volatile spirit.

Generational curses passed down from the womb. While she was still an angel manifesting inside of my Grandmother her first impression of the world was violence.

My Grandfather was angry and plagued with demons of jealousy and rage. Combine his darkness with alcoholism and my Grandmothers timeless beauty and his mind created fantasies in which he had to beat the shit out of her to soothe his own insecurities.

Her essence was greater than he could ever be. The reality of her greatness crushed his ego and to feel powerful he had to make her powerless.

It was three years of brutal hell until my Grandmother gained the courage to pick up the pieces of her broken heart and start over.

I must get my spiritual strength from her. My mother wasn’t as strong. She came incarnated already having gone through so much pain, I can imagine she was ready to escape reality the moment she got the chance.