The Story of a Young Black Girl

I was a young black girl. I didn't grow up the hood, but I didn't grow up in the suburbs either. I guess it's the middle. I was innocent. I was 10 years old and knew nothing about the real world. I did what I was told and got rewarded for that. My parents weren't that strict but I still did have to do chores, which I would always do it's my brothers Michael and Jason who wouldn't.