I Hate My Life
My neighbors all keep calling me "retarded" all the time. It's not because I think that way about myself, but because they see that nobody wants me and because my so-called Mother calls me "retarded" on a daily basis.
My neighbors could call me "retarded", but when my so-called Mother's boyfriend's family members come into do harmful things to me, they refuse to help me, instead they call me "that fat, retarded girl".
I believe that my Young Male Mexican neighbors want for me to be a Prostitute for them because they once shouted from down the Block that I was "so ugly I can't even get a man" and because they know I can't do any better.
Far and behold, I live in a very egotistical neighborhood, where they lack selflessness. God, these neighbors know of all my trouble, but they refuse to help me, only watch me grieve and wish bad upon me. Lord Jesus, You know of my ailments and You know how I think and You know of all my motives. Lord Jesus, if You forgive these people, I will too.
My neighbors could call me "retarded", but when my so-called Mother's boyfriend's family members come into do harmful things to me, they refuse to help me, instead they call me "that fat, retarded girl".
I believe that my Young Male Mexican neighbors want for me to be a Prostitute for them because they once shouted from down the Block that I was "so ugly I can't even get a man" and because they know I can't do any better.
Far and behold, I live in a very egotistical neighborhood, where they lack selflessness. God, these neighbors know of all my trouble, but they refuse to help me, only watch me grieve and wish bad upon me. Lord Jesus, You know of my ailments and You know how I think and You know of all my motives. Lord Jesus, if You forgive these people, I will too.
