Introducing…Louisa Tilaman
Louisa made her first debut as a contributor to the North Philly Metropolis in issue 12, the race and culture issue. Now the young lady makes her first guest appearance on peakjohnson.com, lucky me, hopefully they’ll be more of her writing to come. Can’t wait to read the book Louisa.
Hi, my name is Louisa and I am 15 years old, I was born on the seventh day of September in the year of 1991. This being an introduction to my short stories about myself, I am going to give you a scoop on my life and how I feel about things. To start off, we all have our ups and downs; my life has mostly been downs. My mother has a drinking problem, and she gave me and my siblings up some time ago, honestly I feel bad for them and wish that she would have let me go instead. What I was feeling, to me felt like some kind of disease, I mean I just wanted to give up. God, however, didn’t want me to lose my hope, so here I am today!
Chapter 1
My mother had decided that she wanted all of us to go into foster care; she didn’t want us to live with the fear and pain that she assumed we would have because of her. My mother, unfortunately, is still going through her problems. I was first place with this awful woman, who at first appeared to be a very nice lady, until I was accused of breaking something very special of hers. I swore to her that it was not me, but she soon began hitting me and my younger sister. I love my little sister and would cry every time she would get hit, I wished I was home with our real mother, even if she did have problems.
I hated that lady and had wished the worse on her, but I also learned a lesson, that when I have children treat them with kindness and respect.
The next lady that I stayed with was a nice person, though I and my siblings soon turned her into a person that would appear only in nightmares, those were actually the good old days. This lady actually started to get on my nerves, so much that I wanted to strangle her, I mean she did a bad thing to me. One day the cops arrived at our doorstop and told the lady to take me to Einstein Crisis Center, I was placed again…Now I am all alone in this house, with this very kind lady who has three special kids.









