Everyday I hope to get A little more Of his humility Injected into me... I lucked out I imagine Most of us did At seven years of age I was never raised By a schizophrenic mother Tieing me to a kitchen table Scraping out my feminine insides with a cold steal hook But it happened To a girl named Sybil... Austistic Down Syndrome Sever mental retardation Angelman syndrome Prader-Willi Fetal alcohol syndrome they had no say In the way They came Genetics Parents The world around them Forced them And it's a miracle The passion They still hold.
Reason for writing:
It's unimaginable what some people are capable of. Sybil developed multiple personality disorder as a result of her mothers uncomprehendable mental and physical abuse...beyond anything we could probably imagine.
Birth sign: Gemini
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