being a black girl is strange. Being a poor black girl is even stranger, growing up with a women who was angry at the struggle of black people and angry at the dealings she was handed was something harsh to bare. I witnessed things that a little black girl should never witness in their entire childhood. A mother who "ate" powder for breakfast and beat me for dinner, a father who came in to say he needed some pussy from my mother and a slap of a goodbye to her at night was a normal for me. My dealings in life were never fair to me and therefore I wanted people to hear my story, a story of a girl who had to experience hell to achieve heaven. I hope my story inspires little black girls to never let the cards they got dealt break them and turn them into the person that hurt them.
Peace only comes after the storm
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