A couple of weeks passed by since the incident that happened with my brother’s death. And the relationship between my mother and I have been deteriorating day by day, she doesn’t really love me as a daughter. I think that if I was gone, she wouldn’t be so sad about it.

I went to work today it was really tiring, I went back home to find my mother with a random guy I have never met before.

Me: “ You left dad, to end up with a random asshole I have never met before. Your son just passed away a couple of weeks ago, instead of moaning the death of my brother you do this. This is really classy mom, you know what I think it is better for me to leave. I don’t want to interrupt what is going on over here, how rude of me please go on with your date.”

Mom: “Aubrey wait, what the hell do you think you are doing talking to me like that disrespecting me in front of my date like that.”

Me: “ NOW YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT RESPECT MOM!!!, It’s been 20 years since I have gotten any respect from you. Eric and dad were the only one’s that knew how hard I was trying, I regret staying with you mom. I really do if you will excuse me I am done packing now.”

Mom: “ You will regret ever living me Aubrey once you leave, don’t you ever come back I promise you I will not let you in.”

Me:” I will never come back here, you both have a good night .”

I slammed the door losing everything I ever had, I called my friend Starla I told her to pick me up from my house. I explained to her the entire story what happened, she understood and let me stay with her for as long as I wanted.

Starla:” I forgot to mention check this out, you know how much you love poetry well there are gigs every Monday but you have to sign up. Tomorrow after work we will go and sign you up, it will help you out financially as well. You never know you might get recognized and your life may change, because you are a great poet I believe in you.”

It was good to have someone believe in my talent, that’s why I love Starla she always makes my day with the kind words she says. We headed to sleep that night, and I actually felt safe and not scared sleeping for the first time in my life.

The following morning we both woke up and we got dressed up to go to work, we both put on our uniforms and headed outside. I was nervous and excited at the same time about today, I wasn’t really confident about signing up for this poetry gig.

Our shift were done, we both headed to the place to sign for my gig. I prayed to God that I am making the right decision, I signed and then the people actually told me I perform tomorrow.

Me: “ TOMORROW??!!, I PERFORM TOMORROW??”

Anne(a worker in the place): “Yes my dear tomorrow, good luck.”

Me: “ I though every Mondays.???”

Anne: “Yes but it depends as well, if the person comes later to register they perform on Monday. You came in early therefore you perform tomorrow, good luck my dear their will be big people sitting inside.”

Just when I thought this day couldn’t get any worse this lady added more pressure on me, I have to prepare a poem in less than 24 hrs. We both headed back home Starla and I, the dad already made dinner I was starving so we ate. After eating I excused myself, and I went to a quite room to start writing my poetry.

I thought to myself it is better to be honest and talk about your life so the people will know, who and what Aubrey is about.

A girl with blonde hair pretty eyes and pretty smile,

Her life is filled with happiness and a complete family.

Thats what people think about me when they see me,

That is only an image that I have learned to portray with time.

You see I have struggled my whole life not knowing whether I’d be dead or alive,

Not knowing what tomorrow will be the agony and sorrow I had to go through.

But you don’t see that in me that is because I am stronger,

I learned that what doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger in the end.

The people that fall down first will rise to the top,

I never had much growing up that’s because growing up as compulsory.

I didn’t have a choice if I had a choice I wouldn’t want to grow up.

I did this for my family I did this for myself ,

My brother passed away and my dad went away .

They were the one’s that actually understood my pain,

My love for poetry they supported me till the end.

I just wish that I am making them proud right now,

I know if you saw my brother and dad you would be happy.

This is my life in a nutshell I am not a perfect girl,

But I make it seem like I am a perfect girl with a perfect life.

I was apparently reading my poem out load, Starla and her father was weeping tears.

Starla Dad: “That was so beautiful darling you are a special girl, your brother and father would be so proud of you.”

Me: “Thank you sir, I mean I want them to be that is why I am doing this for them. Thank you for letting me stay here as well, I am grateful for you both in my life.”

I went to sleep, I was thinking about how my mother is doing no matter what she will always be my mother. I texted my mother good night, and I prayed that I perform my poetry well. I know I will do well once I have, God by my side I am so grateful for everything I really am.

The following morning I got up, I checked my phone I still haven’t gotten any response from my mother. So I got up I practiced my poetry over and over again, I have not performed any of my poetry for a huge crowd this will be a start.

Hours passed, the time was getting closer and closer for me to perform I wore this outfit given to me by Starla. https://s3.amazonaws.com/assets.svpply.com/large/1681418.jpg?1374078265 I was wearing this outfit, while Starla was wearing this outfit http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lr5np95iGL1qctjnko1_500.jpg .

We both left the building nerves started kicking in right now, I couldn’t handle the pressure. We reached the place I took a peek inside at the important people, I saw them I kind off wished I didn’t I was getting nervous by the second.

They called my name upstairs, Starla wished me good luck and I hit the stage. I froze for a about 50 seconds then I started introducing myself, once I was done that part I read my poem. The responses I got after reading my poem, was unbelievable I never knew I was a good poet.

Any important guy approached me, “you have a talent young lady my profession is not poetry I am actually a music producer. I actually love poetry and your poetry just touched right in my heart, I would really love to manage your career. Here is my number I will give you some time to think about it, and call me up when you are ready to work.”

OMG!!!, a very important person approached me, and asked if he could manage my career. Is this a dream I am living, is this a new start to a new life. God have you actually heard my prayers this time, I was crying but tears of joy. I have always prayed for a new beginning in my life, I wanted to start new I cannot believe this is happening to me.

Notes

So guys, I hope you like this chapter the poem was written by me. I hope you guys like my poetry you will definetly see more of it, in the next upcoming chapters.

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