Justice For Shelby

About the Book

My book Justice for Shelby, you see it's not just about me being homeless, it's about the courts and how they discriminated me, how the judge just let all happened like I wasn’t a person like what I said about how the Jones made me believe that I couldn’t care for my daughter how can they just say that to me and my own mother who suffers from bipolar and has a drinking problem lets her own mother beat me and my brother why must I we go through sooo much heartache and pain. Why does my own mother have to have hate in her heart why does my own daughter have to be in such pain and be away from me and suffer such abuse like me. I have been trying to break the chain for years. Why does my brother be so fragile, so bad, that he has a mind of a 4 year old. Why did he have to die from cancer why do I have a mother who has bipolar and schizophrenia and have a drinking problem and be with men who are abusive and have drinking problems.

About the Author

I was born December, 1976 in Chicago. I weigh 5 pounds. I was very small. My mom and father were both 25 and I had a brother. He was older than me he was my big brother and all I had was my brother who I loved very much. My mom had left my dad. I was too young to remember. So we moved in to my grandmother’s house that’s when the abuse started. I wasn’t very popular, I had nooooo friends. All the kids made fun of me because I wasn’t very smart. My family didn’t have money and my home life wasn’t any better. My grandmother would put a hot frying pan on my head burnt half of my hair and she would call me spoiled and ugly and stupid. My cousins weren’t any better they would spit on me and call me names and my own mother would let my cousins make fun of me and I would always feel like a nobody like I didn’t matter because I wasn’t smart and plus my mother would always go out with her friends and leave me and my brother at the hands of my grandmother to use us as punching bags.