Scars Left Behind: By Any Means

As a young fourteen-year-old African American five-month pregnant girl, I was nearly killed by my Mother. Scars were left behind when my Mother put me in the New York Foundling Hospital for pregnant young girls. I was pretty much on my own. I didn’t have a Father figure growing up; because my daddy died the day before I turned four years old. I didn’t have a Mother figure; because my mother’s alcoholism led her to be abusive to her children, and the ones around her. My Mother didn’t teach m...