Afrika's POV
Growing up with two older siblings was hard for me, the youngest.
Especially since I was not one of them.
I was an outside the welcomed into their home.
I was not of their bloodline.
I was a random girl they picked of the street.
I grew up living a painful life.
Being shown the least to no love at all.
Being told I was adopted just to fill up the void of their dead daughter.
I was made fun of.
For having thicker thighs and saggy breasts.
For allowing the fat to settle in my stomach.
I was despised for having darker skin.
For having thicker lips and a wider nose.
For having hair that stood upright and not flowing down my back
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Strong woman
RomanceBeing mistreated by others is sad. Especially if its your loved ones.
