They called me Nicole.
It wasn’t until my mother died that I found out my real name.
But it didn’t matter Nicole was me now.
She was the strong one.
At 8yrs old she was ripped her innocence to quench a pedophile’s thirst.
& with her little legs she kicked, scratch, & squirmed.
She yelled out knowing no one would come.
The fight only turned him on.
So Nicole had to be the strong one.
Nicole got good grades while Tangela was the beast.
But when the real monster reared his face did Tangela become the weak.
So Nicole stayed in the paint until the abuse was done.
Nicole never asked for Tangela’s strength she knew
It was act of self defense.
The real enemy was blood but the world had to feel her wrath.
Nicole carried the pain, the dreams, the sexual abuse so Tangela could survive the day.
So when you see Tangela Collins just know Nicole is one call away.-ShunJai
Guest: Tangela Collins