A Child Called "It"

Childhood should be carefree, playing in the sun; not living a nightmare in the darkness of the soul.

One could come from less than humble beginnings, to become a winner from within.

Inside, my soul became so cold I hated everything. I even despised the sun, for I knew I would never be able to play in its warm presence. I cringed with hate whenever I heard other children laughing, as they played outside. My stomach coiled whenever I smelled food that was about to be served to somebody else, knowing it wasn't for me.

It is important for people to know that no matter what lies in their past, they can overcome the dark side and press on to a brighter world.

Even in its darkest passages, the heart is unconquerable. It is important that the body survives, but it is more meaningful that the human spirit prevails.

At night I no longer dreamed, nor did I let my imagination work during the day. The once vibrant escapes of watching myself fly through the clouds in bright blue costumes, were now a thing of the past. When I fell asleep, my soul became consumed in a black void. I no longer awoke in the mornings refreshed; I was tired and told myself that I had one day less to live in this world. I shuffled through my chores, dreading every moment of every day. With no dreams, I found that words like hope and faith were only letters, randomly put together into something meaningless - words only for fairy tales.

I told myself no matter what she did i would not let the b**** take me down

I'm so alive. As I stand facing the beauty of the never-ending Pacific Ocean, a late afternoon breeze blows down from the hills behind. As always, it is a beautiful day. The sun is making its final descent. The magic is about to begin. The skies are ready to burn with brilliance, as it turns from a soft blue to a bright orange. Looking towards the West, I stare in awe at the hypnotic power of the waves. A giant curl begins to take form, then breaks with a thundering clap as it crashes on the shore.

Mother can beat me all she wants, but I haven’t let her take away my will to somehow survive.

I was abused my family was the "brady bunch

The most beautiful highway in the world

Gripping my arm, Mother held it in the orange-blue flame. My skin seemed to explode from the heat.

Love and honor thy Mother, for she is the fruit that gives thou life.

Inside, my soul became so cold I hated everything. I even despised the sun, for I knew I would never be able to play in its warm presence.

I made sure I let go of my past, accepting the fact that that part of my life was only a small fraction of my life.

After years of struggle, my purpose became clear; for above all, I came to realize that America was truly the land where one could come from less than humble beginnings, to become a winner from within.

That day at school I prayed for the world to end.

That day I wished Mother would have mercy and kill me quickly. As

I believed that I was alone in my struggle and that my battle was one of survival. By

I made a promise to myself that if I came out of my situation alive, I had to make something of myself.

no matter what lies in their past, they can overcome the dark side and press on to a brighter world.

That day I vowed to myself that I would never, ever again give that bitch the satisfaction of hearing me beg her to stop beating me. In

Inside, my soul became so cold I hated everything. I even despised the sun, for I knew I would never be able to play in its warm presence. I cringed with hate whenever I heard other children laughing, as they played outside.

Of all Mother’s punishments, I hated the gas chamber game the most. Towards

I gave up on everything in my life, including escaping my misery through my school-work. Upon