Pain and hurt emotions had inspiried me at a ripe young age six or maybe three a very young soul with a powerful voice but because of my age not given the choice to express. why did my brother have the privledge to do all of the things I wanted to why I could'nt tell my mom how I felt and if I did my @ss would be delt......with How come my voice did'nt carry no weight I had so many opinionns and so much to say Then I had another idea I'll put it down on paper yeah! Thats what I did! So, one hurt and pitiful day I slipped my pain where mother could see as I lurked in the shadows of a room I waited patiently. I knew I,ll be doomed Yep! Moms found it. Her world had been crushed My whole being was pounding I had such a rush I was scared to death As I peaked with one eye from the shadows of the dark my moms head came up and stared where I was noooooo! she can't see me? but I knew she did a tear caressed her eye and my voice became loud and big She had felt my pain and she understood me perhaps as a child she too wanted to be free but then time had came to claim me and I to have grown up I must confess so all my writings I put to rest Until oneday I notice my daughter had this gift but she would'nt post it so it to would be felt She Is my inspiration to write again She brought me to destee's now my pen flows free, Sometimes I hope to encourage her to share herself you see shes not alone in the pain shes felt so I write and every thing I make her read lol! lol! lol! Laughing at myself, Yeah! Thats just like me! Always having some kooky idea But it almost worked. She did post one and quickly deleted it BACK TOO THE DRAWING BOARD FOR ME!