Thursday, September 23, 2010
Neglected But Undefeated
In a shocking autobiography written to break free from the past and move on to a better future, author Jonathan Anthony Burkett reveals the pain of growing up in a household where love cannot be found, where beatings are part of the daily routine, and abuse is the inevitable meal on the table. This memoir, Neglected But Undefeated, will grip at your heart with every page of painful echoes from the past. Join the author’s journey to redemption from a traumatic life brought upon by the one who should have loved him most—but didn’t.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
My Life, My Story
Autobiography of Jonathan Anthony Burkett
Growing up in Jamaica, Jonathan ‘John’ Burkett feels loved by his grandmother, aunts, uncles, cousins and, most of all, by his grandfather. Little did Johnny know that this little childhood bliss is to end soon when a visitor from America takes him to live with his family.
In the land of the free, the young boy finds himself trapped in a world that’s been turned upside down.
He finally meets his ‘real’ mother, but instead of joy at seeing his son, from whom she’s been separated when he was just a baby, she stares at him as if seeing someone else and cringes at the sight of him. Instead of showering him with love and kisses, as a loving mother should, she showers him with beatings and death threats. Instead of cooking meals for her son, she serves him a plateful of insults. Instead of tucking him to bed at night, she continually kicks him out of her house so he ends up sleeping in friends’ houses, at the park, or on the streets.
One heartbreaking moment in the author’s life was when, after several plots to get him arrested, he straightforwardly asks his mother if she loves him. She looks him in the eye and simply answers, “No.”
This autobiography will grip at your heart as the author pours out his very soul, flooding each page with painful echoes of the past that will not die down while kept bottled up. In time, he realizes that his own grief has been passed on to him by his mother, who experienced incredible anguish at the hands of his biological father.
Read more about it today at www.jonathanburkett.com
Growing up in Jamaica, Jonathan ‘John’ Burkett feels loved by his grandmother, aunts, uncles, cousins and, most of all, by his grandfather. Little did Johnny know that this little childhood bliss is to end soon when a visitor from America takes him to live with his family.
In the land of the free, the young boy finds himself trapped in a world that’s been turned upside down.
He finally meets his ‘real’ mother, but instead of joy at seeing his son, from whom she’s been separated when he was just a baby, she stares at him as if seeing someone else and cringes at the sight of him. Instead of showering him with love and kisses, as a loving mother should, she showers him with beatings and death threats. Instead of cooking meals for her son, she serves him a plateful of insults. Instead of tucking him to bed at night, she continually kicks him out of her house so he ends up sleeping in friends’ houses, at the park, or on the streets.
One heartbreaking moment in the author’s life was when, after several plots to get him arrested, he straightforwardly asks his mother if she loves him. She looks him in the eye and simply answers, “No.”
This autobiography will grip at your heart as the author pours out his very soul, flooding each page with painful echoes of the past that will not die down while kept bottled up. In time, he realizes that his own grief has been passed on to him by his mother, who experienced incredible anguish at the hands of his biological father.
Read more about it today at www.jonathanburkett.com
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
I hate my life and don't want to be here no more
“I hate my life and don’t want to be here no more even though I still I want to be here because I feel that I was destined to be” ”confusing isn’t it”
A young man not caring whether or not he lived or died, close to heaven or hell, killed or about to be killed, he was. Because of how he grew up looking at life and all that it has to offer for many people, well just really myself. I use to watch and laugh at people while they were feeling pain or was soon to be killed because I grew up only caring about my grandparents. I grew up feeling that there was only two people who really loved and cared for me. Meeting my mother for the first I felt like I was meeting a enemy for life, and I will never forget that.
I started growing up holding in all that I wanted to do to her because of how she was treating me and it felt like holding it all in me was going to kill me. She wants me dead I told one of her friends , and she replied “ she can kill you anytime and any day that she wants to because she was the one that gave birth to you”. Ever since then I felt alone wanting to take someone’s life before my mother took mine however I was sure that my grandparents never wanted me to, so I always found myself fighting it because I’ve always wanted to live a life making my grandparents proud of me.
Sleeping on the streets with no one wanting to be there for me, I knew people but I don’t feel like I’ve ever had a true friend. I once thought that I had a best friend but in the end it was all a lie. I felt that there was no reason why I was put on this earth, and even my mother kept saying that to me ever since I was a child. I found that it was because she had gotten raped by my real father, who’s name she was always calling out while she was beating me. My life felt like it had no meaning because I grew up calling the wrong man father and for sometime calling the wrong woman mother.
I began writing to myself and then ripping up the letter after reading it over again and crying. I felt that I had no one to listen to me, so I got more into writing and then began writing poetry and still doing the same thing afterwards. Screaming out I hate you to the sky, asking why am I here, and many other questions time and time again. I began loving to fight people to release some of my anger but then I was told that I was weak man still because I’m making what another says about me and to me effect my life. However it was when I was about to kill myself one day after cursing him out again and waking up on the sofa watching television asking myself, “what happened” that my mind began to finally open. I went into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror and I was scratched up, parts of my body bleeding and in pain, and the knife that I was going to put inside of me on the kitchen floor. I then closed my eyes asking myself what happened and if that was a sign to show me that I was destined to be.
I’m hoping now to at least leave one accomplishment under my name before my time comes to make my grandparents proud of me because truthfully I don’t want to be here no more, because if she can’t ever love me, well then who can. Plus I’ve lived a life in the united states full of lies and more.
However though if I am to stay on earth, I wish to be left alone as I accomplish my goals. Meaning no family, friends or friends around me. Except my little brothers
"This was a letter that I wrote to myself while going through my struggles in life, read more about me at www.jonathanburkett.com
A young man not caring whether or not he lived or died, close to heaven or hell, killed or about to be killed, he was. Because of how he grew up looking at life and all that it has to offer for many people, well just really myself. I use to watch and laugh at people while they were feeling pain or was soon to be killed because I grew up only caring about my grandparents. I grew up feeling that there was only two people who really loved and cared for me. Meeting my mother for the first I felt like I was meeting a enemy for life, and I will never forget that.
I started growing up holding in all that I wanted to do to her because of how she was treating me and it felt like holding it all in me was going to kill me. She wants me dead I told one of her friends , and she replied “ she can kill you anytime and any day that she wants to because she was the one that gave birth to you”. Ever since then I felt alone wanting to take someone’s life before my mother took mine however I was sure that my grandparents never wanted me to, so I always found myself fighting it because I’ve always wanted to live a life making my grandparents proud of me.
Sleeping on the streets with no one wanting to be there for me, I knew people but I don’t feel like I’ve ever had a true friend. I once thought that I had a best friend but in the end it was all a lie. I felt that there was no reason why I was put on this earth, and even my mother kept saying that to me ever since I was a child. I found that it was because she had gotten raped by my real father, who’s name she was always calling out while she was beating me. My life felt like it had no meaning because I grew up calling the wrong man father and for sometime calling the wrong woman mother.
I began writing to myself and then ripping up the letter after reading it over again and crying. I felt that I had no one to listen to me, so I got more into writing and then began writing poetry and still doing the same thing afterwards. Screaming out I hate you to the sky, asking why am I here, and many other questions time and time again. I began loving to fight people to release some of my anger but then I was told that I was weak man still because I’m making what another says about me and to me effect my life. However it was when I was about to kill myself one day after cursing him out again and waking up on the sofa watching television asking myself, “what happened” that my mind began to finally open. I went into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror and I was scratched up, parts of my body bleeding and in pain, and the knife that I was going to put inside of me on the kitchen floor. I then closed my eyes asking myself what happened and if that was a sign to show me that I was destined to be.
I’m hoping now to at least leave one accomplishment under my name before my time comes to make my grandparents proud of me because truthfully I don’t want to be here no more, because if she can’t ever love me, well then who can. Plus I’ve lived a life in the united states full of lies and more.
However though if I am to stay on earth, I wish to be left alone as I accomplish my goals. Meaning no family, friends or friends around me. Except my little brothers
"This was a letter that I wrote to myself while going through my struggles in life, read more about me at www.jonathanburkett.com
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