Growing Pains

By Catrice Amegan

Growing Pains are a collection of poems that talk about life in general and the personal experiences of the author. In the poem "21" the author talks about how lost she was at that age. In the poem "Sista on Sista Crime" the author talks about how women hate on women, despise each other. Envious, trifling, women filled with so much bitter and hate. I am my biggest enemy. Today I want to learn and want to be taught and want to teach, I want someone to sit down and give my daughter a one on one speech. As women we should encourage, help and uplift each other let's all stop Sista on Sista Crime.

A letter to my husband" the author cries out to God, begging him to love her again, she states that why has he turned his back on her, but she then says because she turned her back on him, she then knows only he can save her, no one else, by his grace and his mercy she knows she can be saved. She then says: I was never holding on to you, you were always holding on to me.

Catrice believe "Growing Pains" would have an impact on women and young adult, even young teens who are and have went through similar situations in life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jun 25, 2013
• ISBN: 9781481764612

Catrice Amegan

Married to a U.S soldier, proud mother of 4. Catrice Amegan was born may 27, 1979 in Davenport, Iowa where she had grew up in foster care with her other four siblings. In 1998 she graduated from Davenport Central high School. At the age of 11 Catrice began to write about how life was different, growing up without a mother and a father. Through trails and tribulations she learned to put her trust in God. Catrice is striving to be a better mother, wife, person in general. Her favorite saying is: If God is for us who shall be against us.

Book preview

Letting Go

I must accept the consequences of the crimes I have committed.

This is a messed-up system. I felt like I had been cheated.

Cheated—

Now that’s a clever word.

Let me sit back and think of all the people I have hurt.

So many to name,

Where shall I begin?

Let’s start with my man of five years

And how I sex all his friends.

I knew they wanted me,

But I should have known better.

But when you go through addiction,

You go through all sorts of weather.

There was this one time, when my aunt was asleep.

I went in her purse and stole her money.

I did it because I wanted a pair of shoes.

How the hell could you steal from the hand that feeds you?

A night out with friends,

A night on the town.

I was sleeping with two guys

When three o’clock rolled around.

Upside down, lying on the hotel bed, one is getting it from the back; the other guy’s getting head.

Yeah, that’s bad.

But listen to this:

Being a happily married woman with two kids was

My only wish.

I mean that my husband and kids were my life.

How could I have been blind

And opened the doors to strife?

Well, if you think that’s bad,

Let me tell you another.

I had a husband, a boyfriend and I slept with two brothers.

Having a husband, I thought we were one.

I got pregnant by one brother, and we had a son.

You think that’s worse—please, let me tell you.

I met this guy who made my eyes swell.

He was no good; he was a nightmare from hell.

I thought he loved me, so I let him beat on me.

There’s this one dude who had such a beautiful home.

I loved to go to his house when his wife was gone.

Karma is a trip; man, I was wrong.

At times God puts us right in the place, where we belong.

Freer than Me

I walked outside, and the strangest thing occurred to me.

The rocks under my shoes are a lot freer than me.

Never took the time to notice, never paid attention—

That was one thing the judge forgot to mention.

What does freedom mean? It never crossed my mind.

I just took it for granted; how could I have been so blind?

If you stop and pause and think for one minute,

This whole entire prison and everything in it—

The fence, the ground, squirrels, plants, and trees—Everything from the grass to those annoying bees.

This is what consists of our daily routine.

Wake-up time,