Circa Summer ’02 Pt. 3

On my way home I was able to call my Godmother, who also called Aunt Niecey, who informed my cousin Aisha of what happened. As soon as I walked in the apartment, my Godmother and I left right back out to head down S.W. to Aunt Niecey and Aisha. Issa bout to be a shootout. …

Circa Summer ’02

I thought all night about if I’d meet Terrence or not. Issa set up. No, couldn’t be. Could it? He’s seen me with Fred so he knows I talked to him. Sex. It’s a sex thing. Ugh, I hate boys. I bet that’s what it is. They must be all alike. But maybe he is…

Bye Daniel, Hello A.R.E. Pt. 3

Talk about funny! Donald was hilarious and had a laugh that made you laugh, just because. Infectious. But that was him. He was kind, thoughtful, affectionate, and interested in shy ole me. I don’t know why talking to him made me think of my father. I secretly thought of my father whenever a male treated…

First Mistake Pt. 2

I wasn’t excited anymore. Not about being back. My family excited me when I got to spend time with them. My god sister Niki would come over when my sister and the kids came to visit; I loved seeing them together. We all grew up as one big family and it was always good to…

First Mistake

It seemed as though the couple months I had left in the 10th grade came and went, after my running away. My mother drove down from Washington, D.C. to get me and I literally left behind the good, the bad, and the ugly that I had grown to know in Clemson, S.C. I remember hugging…

Things Changed Pt. 2

Wednesday came. I wasn’t ready. I didn’t want anything metal or non metal sticking me anywhere. I cried on the inside but walked into the doctors office and sat with my grandmother like a G. But, I wasn’t a G at all. Not. At. All. “Angela Diggs”, called the nurse. Oh my god. That’s MY…

Things Changed

Not sure why I ran away but I’m sure I had a good reason. Probably not but that’s what I’m going with for now. Oh, I remember! I missed my mother. I missed my sister and I desperately missed my nieces and nephew who I was missing out on getting to see grow up. Police,…

Things Get Better, Just Not Quite Yet Pt. 2

I somehow turned into a menace. The sweet little girl who was battling all kinds of mental issues because of what had been done prior to being relocated, it all took a toll on me. I hated the fact that my grandmother worked for white people, who I believe were younger than her, if only…

Things Get Better, Just Not Quite Yet

Just a year after my 8-year-old self was (I loathe using the word) molested, I was relocated to South Carolina to live with my grandmother and great-grandmother. I was 9 years old when I realized my mom couldn’t take care of me anymore. I was torn between “can’t” and “didn’t want to”. It was a…

Naive Little Black Girl

You never know how to start telling other people about the bad things that have gone on in your life, or how you’re battling mental issues. How does that even come up? How do you begin to speak on it? Well I dont know but here it goes: I was about 8 years old when…