The black man wanted to become a doctor.
That didn't happen.
He did not finish his secondary education because he did not have the money to send himself to school.
Whatever he earned by selling drugs went towards taking care of his mother and sister.
The black man automatically got the position of the man of the house since his father left when he was five.
His father was too ashamed of having mixed children and a black girlfriend.
Now he is nineteen and has no one to relieve him of this heavy burden.
One day, the black man went to the prestigious elementary school to pick up his little sister when he saw him.
He saw the white man who raised him for five years.
The white man was holding hands with a tall white woman, who had a little girl with blonde hair and blue eyes clinging to.
She looks like she's the same age as the black man's little sister.
They looked very happy.
They went into a Maybach then drove off.
The black man subconsciously started to critique his curly hazel hair, brown eyes, and mocha skin.
The black man knew what he had to do.
A rope came to mind.
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A/N: Should I make this into to a book? Kinda wanted to go more in depth and show more of his backstory and further the plot. But you guys let me know. Until next time.
- Salome
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Unspoken Thoughts
PoetryA collection of poems that I've written that will leave you feeling woke, sad or inspired. Most of them are things that I'm going through/overcoming and the rest are scenarios in my messed up mind. Hope you learn a thing or two.
