Whatever happened to the good old days. If I can change back the hands of time I will do a lot of things differently. I’ll have to start by apologizing to my Mom. I don’t think I was a bad child I’m just misunderstood its my way or no way sorry I’m just that way. Nothing or no one made me this way but life. So how can you change me? Or blame me. I demand respect because I give it. My first time getting locked up was for fighting a girl over a Dictionary!! yes a book and Mr Johnson jumped in to break it up. I ain’t stop swinging I hit his ass by mistake. I got charge with disordrly conduct and assault and battery they won’t buying my story I blacked out. I knew it hurt my mom to see her baby have to go to court it was out of my control it was nothing I can do they gave me a p.o (probation officer) for those that don’t know it’s a program that only suppose to last six months depending on your behavior . Then there’s me Tateyana the way I’m set up I turned what suppose to been six months into five years. For five years of my life I was getting locked up back and fourth. My attitude itself was enough to land me in juvie I hated the fact I was getting locked up being away from home longs periods of time 8 months ,3 months and the list goes on missing my childhood. I had two younger sisters out of 4 girls I was the middle child they call me the problem child . My younger sisters mean everything to me. I was so mad the police came in my mom house and my little sisters had to see that shit it piss me off. Never again will I let that shit go down again in front of them. I was getting older not younger so setting an example became more clear to me. I have two younger sisters guess who they looking up too. Me I couldn’t wear that on my shoulders I had to get it right .

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