Rebecca Duria is a black teenager in her final year in Westview High School.
She's a GOOD and GOD fearing person who tries to juggle her spiritual life and her social life together,
But in the world today, can someone really do that?.
She's all abou...
I brushed, bathed and went to Trevor's room to get dressed.
His house was absolutely astonishing, his family was so rich, his mom and dad were hardly around because they were politicians and reside in Dc.
Trevor was the only child, which obviously means he was spoiled as hell with anything he wanted and so much more, I remember his sixteenth birthday, the whole town came for the party his parents threw, and in the night, his friends and probably the whole school came his house that day, and that was when the real party started.
Trevor's room was really big with a gigantic master bed in the middle and a chandelier hanging above it. He had smaller rooms in his actual room for his clothes and shoes.
I headed to his clothes room with my backpack which was at the right corner of his room, I needed a mirror to see myself as I got dressed, I went into his clothes room, it was bigger than my actual room, different designer suits, cardigans, sweaters, joggers, wristwatches, and belts.
I shook my head and went towards the mirror, i took my phone and started playing reckless love by Cory Asbury, I loved the song, it always made me feel better anytime thought of those questions, I opened my backpack and brought out the clothes I had originally planned to wear at Bella's house, my best friend, we sort of planned a sleepover but we didn't like calling it a sleepover, we felt it sounded so childish, but Trevor called and lied that there was an emergency to get me to come over, when I came, he just pouted and said he missed me, it was a bit late and I hate walking alone at night, so I just decided to sleep over and we ended up watching a couple of movies together.
I let go of Trevor's towel from my body, looked at myself in the mirror and whistled,"damn I'm a fine ass bitch".
Just like Trevor, I had pure black long wavy hair, light brown eyes of a cute little puppy, high cheek bones, a set of lips that shaped into Cupid's bow, I stood at about 5'3" and had an opulent figure that poured into a nice hour glass.
I knew I had lovely curves and I was told even though I hardly flaunt them.
I brought out my matching hello kitty bra and underwear that my dad had got for me, he always loved buying me matching underwear.
I loved my dad, he is caring, loving, strict, at least he thinks he's strict and tries his best to support and take care ever since we lost mom.
My mom died when I was little, two years old to be precise, I never grew up to know her, I barely have an image of her in my head, but I always hear stories about how wonderful she was.
We lived in a small called Freeland in Georgia.
The town originally was run by white people, the Blacks living in shame and fear, not being able to walk around without someone thinking your a criminal, or when you walk past a white person with their child, their grip on that child suddenly tightens, or whenever a murder took place, the black man closest to the scene was the killer, without proper investigation.
The 1865 ratification of the 13th Amendment legally ended slavery in the United States, but, for the victims of the Atlantic slave trade, it also marked the beginning of a new era of oppression. Violence and racism — both blatant and institutional — ran rampant, especially in the South, where the discriminatory Jim Crow Laws laid the groundwork for racial segregation following the post-Civil War Reconstruction Era.
By the 1950s, after enduring nearly a century of inequality, segregation, as well as vicious lynchings and other senseless acts of violence, a group of African American activists began the civil rights movement. Over the course of the next two decades, countless black men and women mobilized, organizing boycotts, sit-ins, and nonviolent protests such as the 1961 Freedom Rides and the 1963 March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom, in an effort to fight back against systematic oppression.
Thanks to their tireless efforts — often in the face of jail time, beatings, and, in some cases, death — Congress eventually passed the Civil Rights Act of 1964, ending segregation in public places and banning employment discrimination on the basis of race, color, religion, sex, or national origin. One year later, U.S. lawmakers also passed another landmark piece of civil rights legislation: the Voting Rights Act of 1965.
Martin Luther king jr was a prominent civil rights activist, being arrested nearly thirty times for acts of civil disobedience, among unreasonable charges, he was once arrested because he was driving thirty miles per hour in a twenty five miles per hour zone, so stupid, there he wrote one of my favorite quotes.
"Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere".
Now we are talking about people like John Lewis, Malcolm X, Rosa parks and so many others that fought for the rights of black people over thirty years ago, and my mom died in the year 2005, fighting for the same cause all these heroes were fighting for, but in her hometown.
My mom was a lawyer and one of the few people in Freeland who wanted to stand up for their rights as human beings, she held protests and marches, but most black people back then were too afraid to join her.
She got arrested a lot, and eventually lost her job, but she still wouldn't quit, she continued protesting till one day, a white police office knocked her down, she died on the spot.
That was an eye opener for every black persons who lived in Freeland, my mom was absolutely loved by the Blacks that lived here and when the officer who knocked her down wasn't even charged to court, that's when shit went down.
I don't know how the whole story went, but all the Whites left Freeland because black people started fighting back, ready to lay down their lives so that the next generation, us, their children, won't face what they faced.
My mom was given the Honor she deserved, Freedom, so I could grow in a town without being ashamed of my skin color.
Anytime I think of the story it makes me sad and happy at the same time, happy that my mom changed this town for the better, sad that I lost her in the process.
I didn't know her much, but I really miss her, my dad really misses her too, the whole town misses her.
I felt tears well up in my eye but I knew I wasn't going to cry, I sniffled a little a put on my bra and underwear, i wore a black shirt which quite aquatinted with my thoughts.
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I packed my hair into a ponytail, wore a pair of loop earrings, kept little amount of make up on, wore a pair of glasses and headed down stairs.
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Yeesssshhhhhhh This chapter is a bit boring though It was so difficult and annoying to write But for future references It hard to be writttteeeennnnn
