"That's not my BROTHER !" I just kept on yelling after my sister showed me an picture of my deceased brother Khari laying on the stretcher on the ambulance. I mean I knew but I was really too in denial to admitted it because I was soo hurt. "It's going to be okay" Tetee said while trying to grab me closer. Tetee is my younger sister we have the same mom different dad. Khari is my older brother, same mom same dad. He was my backbone my missing piece to any 5,00000 billion piece puzzle. Always there when I needed him. When Khari passed it felt like part of me passed as well. For numerous days I couldn't EAT, SLEEP, or Talk. I did however feel the need to fighting any and everybody. Pouring more and more liquor to drown my Sorrows. However, my life wasn't always just like this ...
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Non-FictionThis is an AUTOBIOGRAPHY about ME "KYRA WHITE". *Loosing your own brother to gun violence can be traumatizing ?! Well " I DID " *Mother not really around and don't have a support system so you're in the streets well " I DID " * Thought I found the l...
