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 Pt. 2

Things between Terrence and I got deep, quickly. I knew he cheated. I knew he loved me. It just didn’t add up; love and cheating. Terrence was my first boyfriend I had sex with and was in a real relationship with. He tried to protect me from certain things but it didn’t really work out…

Not Daddy’s Little Girl Pt. 3

My mother was furious! We called my sister, Ta’kiesha, and she was even more heated. Cursing Fred, telling me to give her his number. My protector, she was. Always has been. He didn’t answer at first then she called and he picked up. Her and my mother let him have it. After being cursed out…

Not Daddy’s Little Girl

My first time having sex was… Not ideal, at all. It didn’t feel like anything good. I heard it never does but it was way too late by then because it was over. I hated it actually. Hated the person, myself for doing it, and the whole experience was just plain stupid. Regretful? Eh. Maybe….

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…