When shit hits the fan is you still a fan?
princeisthebest1
I lived in America my whole life, Compton, California to be exact. In such a small town as Gardena, I've been judged by my skin complexion, mistreated by 5.0 (police), even called names about who I am and what I believe in. When you hear things about America, you would probably hear something like "home of the free." That's not the case for us blacks, Hispanics, and Native American/Indians. We are slaves, the bottom of man kind. That's why we got to stick together so we can stay sane in this foul world. My name is Danielle Washington, a girl who stands up for what she believes in. I've started a local/urban radio-station, so people can know what's really going on in Compton, and to brighten people's spirits up so they won't be so upset. I've gave a lot of people jobs, and we tell the harsh truth about everything... but when shit hits the fan, will people leave me for dead, or stick with me?