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Singles:Rotten DNA [Promo] - TBAEP's: Albums: Introduction So, my names Kelly Knox, but I prefer Kelly K.... very much. I was born as Kelly Foreman on January 26th, 1986 in Portland, Oregon which makes me 24 years old. My biological mothers name is Martha Kinney and my fathers name is Henry Foreman, and they were later married in 1979 and later I came along. So, it seems like a story of fairy tales at first, but our family was wreckless and when I say wreckless I mean.. wreck less. When I was old enough to realize things weren't going to be right with my family I knew I had to armor myself up for heartache and you know what? It surely did come. About 7 years after I was born my parents began going through heavy, and I mean heavy martial problems.. mainly from my father's infidelity and my mothers obsessiveness which led to their divorce the following year. When I turned 7-8, I realized my mom started changing. I would walk in from school and find this white, powdery stuff oozing from my mothers nose and she'd quickly cover herself up before I could start asking questions. Hey, I was 8, I hardly knew what was going on...I left it alone until things started really getting bizarre. I'd find myself always trying to wake my mother up when she'd "dose off", her eyes would slightly roll behind her lids and when I'd call her, she'd say "Yeah, honey, I'm listening". I got a bit scared after seeing this happening, more and more progressively. As time went on, I realized my mom had a drug addiction problem that was reoccurring ever since the divorce. By this time, my father cut off all of his connections with my mother and I, I mean, the fucker didn't even call me for my birthday, which hurt my mother terribly and myself quite frankly and my moms drug addiction even got worse as I turned 9, and onto 10. I had more knowledge as I entered my preteens because my mom was now depending on me. She never went to my parent teacher conferences at school and I'd always have to make up these little excuses just to get us by. We barely had money also, my mom spent pretty much everything we had on her next high and I'd always think to myself, how is my mother paying for the rent? I didn't even want to think about all that was going to get us by. Anyway, I started getting more and more angry with my mother. I'd walk in from school, see my moms face all red and be completely horrified with what I saw, a fucking needle being pushed into her arm. I snatched it and threw it on the floor, I remember and she sluggishly said to me "Why did you do that, never do that again". I shrugged it off and walked to my room, back to my misery. Again, about a few days later I found her doing it again, so I went to snatch it outta her hands and POW she punched me square in my face. That was the first time my mother ever hit me, it wasn't like she ever touched me, never gave me a hug or a kiss but she hit me, over me caring, over me trying to save her fucking life? Over me caring for my mother who was dying right before my eyes?! These hits...which turned to beatings got more and more common, and people got more and more suspicious and that's when things really, fucking changed.
I remember, the night it happened.. I think it was on a Saturday. I was in my room one afternoon and someone knocked on the door. Whenever someone would knock on the door, my mom wouldn't let me answer it until she threw all her drugs under the couches, and in her secret "stash" spots. When she finished, she gave me the go and I answered the door. But this time these people were dressed a bit proper and they asked me for my mother, I turned back told mom to get up and she slowly got up... guess who the fuck it was....Social Services, Child Services, ACS, DSS, whatever you wanna call it. I didn't know to be happy, or scared but once they came in looking around, and having police come by and check the house, I knew things were really gonna change.....I mean whoa.... next thing I know I'm taken away... fucking gone. I mean, they kidnapped me. Took me from my home and brought me to another but this wasn't the same... this was a foster home. Made for children without homes..but I had a home, just a miserable one. What I can say is that this atmosphere was a lot more less hectic ten my previous home. So, looking back... what happened next. I got adopted.... but guess by who... THE KNOXVILLE'S
How it happened is all still a blur but I found my self, living in California with my new mother, new father, sister and a brother. I mean, this family was perfect at first . We had my dad, Jack Knoxville, Mary Knoxville, my new sister Brittany Knoxville and my 2 brothers Danny and Evan Knoxville. My name was then changed to Kelly Knoxville and it sounded pretty cool. Despite all the heart ache I still had left inside of me, my new family made me feel like a whole new Kelly, everything was cool at first until a few months later to a year, mom, started trying to change me. I've always been a punk chick wigs and shit, stockings, dark eyeliner and weird clothing is just me.... so I mean, this lady was trying to dress me like some little princess ... like Brittany. I mean I got my days when I get all prettied up, but I'm a punk, unorthodox dressing chick. She tried dying my hair... like Brittany.... tried making me everything that I wasn't. And my new dad saw this. Him and I had a special relationship, loved him to death.. even till this day. He was the father I never ever got and he knew what I've gone through and we both liked who I was, I didn't want to change for no one (which Mary didn't fucking understand).
As time went on, my new parents started arguing. I began to hate Brittany too, and I think I started hating my new mom. And my brothers, well they were already doing their own thing. Late teens, moved out and in college already. Anyway, I hated Brittany because a lot of things revolved around her... when we were getting something it was always what pretty little Bitchany wanted, O-M-G "Brittany's so pretty, shes so talented, omg, she sings so well, omg did you see what she wrote?" WHAT ABOUT ME? I always came last and my father was afraid of what my mother would say or what a prenuptial divorce would do that he let it go.. they were on a verge of a divorce. UGH! I hated Brittany and my mother so much but hey, it was so much better then what I came from and I was just staying strong, I was just hoping for that state of happiness that lasted more than a month and I've never gotten that. Of course, they eventually divorced and I went with my dad and Brittany stayed with her mother. But Brittany wont state these things correct? Brittany wont tell anyone about her family issues or her sister right? Anyway, although our parents had an agreement to have split custody, that never happened. Brittany and I were 14, and I stayed with my new father (not new anymore) and Brittany stayed with mom. OH WELL.
When I moved on out with my dad, although we didn't have much after the divorce, this was the first time I was happy. I experienced things that I've never ever have before with my father and I lived happily for a while with my dad, without Bitchanny and Mary. Although, I gave my dad hell with some of the things I've done, including drugs and what not... he stayed by my side and got me over that halt. The happy silence was broken when I saw Brittany on t.v, as a wrestler flipping through channels. Hey, it was some ring of beauty wrestling federation and I knew it was Brit, my dad was already feeling so bad for just leaving that he began talking to Mary and Brittany again. I didn't care, he can do what he wants, as longs as he doesn't start acting like a dick. Only thing I hated was, Brittany was always spoken about and its not like I'm jealous, just no one cares about her. Shes a human being, whats so special?... Wow, she became a singer, I was so happy for her. My dad was too. Did I care that she was a singer? Nope. I had my own things going on. What I didn't like is that she would come on camera acting as if she was some cute little sweet thang when she really isn't, shes a bitch. She's totally fabricated. I don't care if it was years ago and we didn't speak since than. Brittany will always be FABRICATED in my eyes.
So continuing on, my father was going to these Chaos awards in the U.K and asked if I wanted to go to see Brittany. I say wow, perfect opportunity... So I went and confronted Brittany. She acts as if she doesn't know me, but she knows exactly who I am... and I let her in on something... I'm following my dream of becoming a recording artist now. What everyone doesn't know and didn't know is that as all this was going on, I had my pencil and paper and I was writing about all my sadness, and everything. From my mom... to my dad... to my new parents.. to my old drug addiction, to feeling heavily depressed, to feeling high as hell and the list goes on. 2010/2011, is my year. My state of happiness is back and I've got alot to get off my chest. I've been through a lot and through it all, I'm still the chick that don't play by the rullllesss bitches! Still that weird one, but in this business I think weird is the new normal!I have so much to say and I must thank my dad for pushing me forward to finally getting a chance to be signed to a label and the fact that I'm discovered is even better. So, the tiny small club gigs got me somewhere. I got my mic in my hand, my guitar on deck and my rock voice on and I'm ready to this. My name is Kelly K. That is.. Kelly K. Don't compare me to Brittany Knox.. and don't compare me to any body else out there in the music business because I'm my own person. You see these girls today in the industry, little Cinderella's no real heartaches? Well I'm the perfect heartache right here but Im not going to stay stuck on the past for my whole life even though it will effect me forever and my music. Aside from that, I'm ready to rock out with my cock out!!! Damn, it happened so fast, but I'm used to it, my life and trial and tribulation, and changes happened fast. I'm just now ready to make some good music and have a good time doing it!
"I'm not the new girl
I'm not Brittany's sister
I'm not that "rock chick"
I'm thee rock chick ;)"
Kelly K. Edited by user 19 November 2010 14:04:15(UTC)
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