Blackhistorymonth Stories

I watch her when she walks in, orders the same drink - same size - and sits at the exact same table every single day. I don't think she notices me, seeing as how I'm behind the counter and I'm not the one at the register. But on December 19th, she looked up from her laptop and cup, into my eyes, and smiled. Before the start of senior year, Parker Harding was a closeted lesbian. After the homecoming dance, she was out and she was an outcast. She just had three little problems. Finding a girlfriend to get over her ex and keeping her economics grade up were two of them. The third being her crush on a very straight girl at her high school, the same one that sat in the coffee shop every single day. Parker thought Rebecca was everything she wanted, but people aren't always the way they seem.

"Abena why this sudden change?", my mom asked. I think she knew I wasn't going to give her any reply so she continued. "Well your dad and I decided that you will be spending the rest of this vacation with your grandmother, it for the better I hope you understand", she said calmly trying to hide the anger in her tone. ~°~ I didn't understand why a city girl like me should be going to the village to mingle with those barbarians. If my parent wanted me to change then why didn't they allow me to be sent to juvenile a long time ago.

-just simple scenarios... -feel free to give me some ideas/suggest! -i can't really write/think about fanfic but maybe one day a story idea will pop into my head...but until then, enjoy these😚

This is a poem written from my experience of being a young African American female in a world of white people.

It is a picture about Black History Month

I this book will tell you about what Rosa Parks did that changed the world.

The Point Of View Of A Young Girl Who Gets Sold For Sex. This Story Shows An African American Girl being strong and going through pain. Its for black history month.

These are random songs I made for BLM!

black history month poem it expresses the beauty and beyond ..

Police brutality. Unfair treatment. The hardships of being black.

I made this poem for an assignment at school for black history month. Thought I'd share. (Made on February 7th, 2019).

I wrote this in honor of black history month, also as a tribute for past protest fighting for the many black lives we unjustly lost to police brutality. LOL, I'm so sorry. "There they were, the children of African kings and queens......"

Elise who had a long time dream of becoming a cop was being racially profiled and discriminated against as his new job as a coo at his jurisdiction and seeks out revenge and fights for what's right.

Poetry

"Lewe sonde stryd is lewe sonder oorwinning" which means Life without battle is life without victory an old saying in my village of Nigeria, Africa. I like many others was taken from my home land and separated from my Family. I along with many others travelled across great oceans and were brought to a another man's land as slaves and was to be one until the day we died. But Yahweh "God" had other plans for me. Kom saam met my "Come with me" take a trip back to Slavery days in the West Indies!

A brief poem about a young black girls life.

The modern day abuse of a black women as we are constantly abused and used but never will we be loved and appreciated. This is for black history month.

fried chicken, watermelon, cornbread, mashed potatoes, kool aid and etc

"What the fuck do you want . ?" K'mora would ask quietly, preferring to not cause a scene. "Don't worry about all that lil ma, all you gots to know is I know you and you don't know Me ." Kay'dence would say quietly as well, his glock poking out through the side of his pants . All this over an F- in science over a project not one of them knew how to fucking do.