+Heavy drinkers during family events
+Living just above the poverty line
+Father took an indefinite vacation away
+Sibling share a different father who also just so happens to be missing
These are just a few of the topical must have’s when concidering what makes you apart of that stereo typical portion of society.
I had no clue how bad things were between my family and I untill we were faced with living below the poverty line for a second time in a 3 year span. My mother distanced herself so much i can’t sleep with my back facing her way without feeling like she’ll try to hurt me.
Hm… Could be that innate fear black parents like to instill in their children to control them surffacing or something entirely new… Who knows.
And my little brother (13) is acting like he is of the proper age to do what ever when ever. After a year of him indulging in the activities of a 17 year old he finally experienced something that reset his attitude a little. He found himself on a richer part of town (white part of town) after taking the wrong bus, which happened to be his first time riding the bus.
Needless to say with his knowlage of what happens to boys his age and appearance, he stopped running up and down the streets like he was born there.
Why me? Why us? Why the lies that we were anything other than the typical underprivileged “African American” family.
I got a tattoo of a lotus flower because i feel like one, i am one. A beautiful thing grown from an ugly and sterile environment.