Life isn’t easy

Get to know me

(Intro)

Hi, I go by the name Tay I’m from New Orleans Louisiana. Life hasn’t always been kind to me. From ages 12 to 17 it wasn’t easy. My mom was bipolar my dad was young, and I grew up with 9 siblings (yeah that’s alot). 4 sisters an 4 brothers there’s Taylor the first child, radio the second child ,king the third child ,joy the fourth child, mal the fifth child ,I’m the sixth child Kano the seventh child ,Lou Lou the eight child ,and beauty the ninth child. I also have a sister that was put up for adaption if we counting mar It was 10 of us. Oh my mom she’s Tasha my dad that raised me is buddy. You think you got a story? Well let me tell you mine.

The beginning

I was young but never young minded. I was 12 with a 16 year old mindset. My big sisters Taylor an joy always told me these words “when we gone your next” I never understood what that meant so I didn’t pay no mind to it. I let it go in one ear an out the other ear. One day my mom called everybody downstairs to eat it always sounded like a football team when we ran down the stairs. We grabbed our plates an set on the floor we didn’t have enough space for everybody to eat at a table so if all can’t eat at the table no one can. We start eating and my mom made us some eggs an wieners my sister Taylor didn’t really enjoy wieners. My mom seen her not eating her wieners,but this wasn’t no chopped up wieners it was whole wieners. My mom seen her not eating them an she yelled at her an said eat it an Taylor was trying to make it go down but it wouldn’t go down so my mom got up walked over to Taylor an shoved the hot dog down her throat then smacked her a couple of times. The rest of my siblings were not trying to get what she just got so we started eating faster. After we all finish eating we went back upstairs Taylor told me “when you get older she’s going to treat you just like she treats her older daughters now” an all I did was look. I knew my mom treated her daughters differently from her sons but I never did understand why an I still don’t understand why.

When I was 7 my mom an my dad would always fuss. She’ll make threats to leave him an take me with her so he wouldn’t see me. He’ll try to stop her before she walks out the door an when he does that she’ll stab or slice him. He would leave for 3 days an she’ll be nice to us for 3 days but the day he comes back she starts treating us the same as she did before he left. My dad will always have fights with my brothers ,I mean he was 23 an my brother were like 14 my mom was in her 30’s. My mom would always beat on her kids no matter what the situation was she wouldn’t let my siblings explain there selves.

My oldest sister got it the worst she was the first child eh. Taylor has this big scar on the back of her leg close to her calf muscle but a little higher I asked her “how’d you get that?” She told me when she was small mama had just got this white carpet an gave her some red juice an mama told her not to waste anything on her carpet an Taylor spilled the juice on accident an my mama beat her an kicked her in the back of her leg an she couldn’t walk so she took her to the hospital an told the doctors she felt. The doctors should have known better because you can’t fall an get a big dark scar on your bottom thigh upper calf. Taylor was 18/19 when she had her first child she didn’t know she was pregnant but my mom somehow knew she was pregnant an my mom put her out so she went to the convenant house she had nowhere else to go because she kept us from everybody outside of our siblings.Taylor kept on pushing for better.

I was the only female in my family to make it to highs hook my mother didn’t want the females in her family to make it out. I told my mother I was going to be the first female of my family to graduate highschool she told me “when your 16 an pregnant I won’t help you.” That just pushed me to go harder. Unfortunately I did not graduate highschool but I am getting my ged an starting college soon to be a cosmetologist.