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Born Alone Die Alone

About the Pain I Have Suffered Since Having My Son Removed Out of My Care

By Keishema EvansPublished 6 years ago 2 min read
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What's that saying?

Born alone die alone, I was born alone

I still feel alone, becoming a young mother was me seeking love, I didn't think it would be this hard,

captured and caught up,

I was caught off-guard.

Blinded by the truth, I was tortured with lies,

They told me Keishema it would be alright.

Now I'm here feeling like I wish I did die the day they took my child,

To carry a child for 9months and have him taken away, the very same day.

They told me it will be alright! Things will get better. (It never did)

Every year that goes by it burns more and more like darn you, I've missed another year,

The tears, the fears of just not being there.

I've missed: His first words And his first steps

His cries while he was teething, those sleepless nights being ignored by sleeping minds.

I never got to hold him through any pain

Last year there was an accident a little boy riding his bike and got hit by a car, I saw everyone crying saying “yeah it's a well known boy he lives on this road his always skating up and down and riding up here”,(R.i.p) my heart sunk,

please don't let that be my son.

It gets worse,

I was just judged then labelled, "oh you're not ready to be a mum how can you ever love your son”

"you're still a child yourself", "a child in care cannot have a child" was it my fault I was in care? I didn't put myself here, My offending behaviour then got used against me, to how my parenting would be, never given the chance just straight labelled, and I sit down and question is god even real? If there was a god why do these things happen to me?

If there was a god how can someone be so cold why wouldn’t he just set me free.

Seeking the truth I thought I found my way, I dressed modestly, I prayed 5 times a day, I fasted and cried, I begged my creator to even take my life.

Feeling like I couldn't keep up the fight,

Feeling drained, given up, I stopped praying I stopped covering up, I became weak worst of all I lost my faith, my creator doesn't like weak but he forgives and he understands I will be back. But I just need my true love back, 10 years ago I felt like my heart was ripped out when they took my son, and I know I will get him back but until then I've given up the fight.

I was born alone, I won't die alone cause my son will find his way home

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About the Creator

Keishema Evans

I am keishema Evans, I have enjoyed writing since the age of 12years old, I have quiet a damaged child-hood so originally I used my writing as self therapy and honestly it has bought me a long way I am now eagerly writing a life story.

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