Katrina Byrd
Bio
It comes to me when it wants to speak
And it speaks through me
When it speaks it uses its own voice
Thus far, I haven't regretted my choice
I admire its courage, elocution, and effective speech
So much so that at times
I wish that it was me
Stories (3/0)
Mothers of Mine
I have a mother that I don’t know. I lived an unguided life thus far and only recently found my footing at an undisclosed age. Let’s just say that I’m 25 to acknowledge that I am now an adult. So, I’m a 25-year-old adult who had no relationship with her mother. Add to that, my grandmother, who raised me, didn’t seem to do so for the noblest of reasons. Now, stop! Don’t be sad for me. I promise that I’m okay. No matter how it sounds initially, my story is a happy one. Despite how life began for me, things appeared to have worked out for the better. Ultimately, that’s the most important part of the story. Everything else is just fluff.
By Katrina Byrd3 years ago in Families
