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…

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…