My dad was in a gang. My house is and has always been gang territory. My father was killed when I was 4 by a rival gang, and I have lost so many important people in my life to gang violence. After my dad died, my mum got into drugs and alcohol. There were always people coming in and out of my house, but now my mum was always passed out somewhere and my dad wasn’t around anymore to protect me. I was first raped when I was 8 years old. He was fairly high up within the gang so there was nothing I could do. I told my mum and she blamed me. That was when she started to hate me. I grew up with this shit happening everyday. And now, I’m really fucked up in the head but I can’t tell anyone. I just want to be able to let it all out to someone but I never can. I would probably be killed. Or everyone I love. I hate it here.
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