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Never betraying Sly
My parents hated the idea that I was white and my husband to be was black. They hated the idea of us kissing , or one day having childten. In fact they hated us both. They were against interracial marriage and wasn't afraid to let it be known. It didn't matter to Sly or I we were in love from the first time we ever seen each other. Love at first sight. I use to tease him that we were like the ying yang twins. What I lacked he had and what he lacked I had. We were so much I love , there was absolutely no way I could ever betray him.. He was the love of my life, my best friend, my twin flame. No...
Lost in Suburbia
Alex Lape(Warning: Contains themes of Teen Pregnancy)Lost in SuburbiaWednesday, August 12 2009Today was my first official day as a Freshman in High School. Everything started off a bit slow, ya know, they dragged all of us down to the auditorium for some boring ass three hour Orientation. It was pretty standard; one of the track coaches Mr. Donkey (and I’m not kidding - that’s his real name) started ranting of about how the school’s so excited to have us, how we were now “part of the family”, and how if we followed the Six Pillars of good citizenship, we could have fun and thrive as a part of ...
Sugar for the Distinguished
Cass had never been so intimidated by another human in her entire thirty-two years—and the kid strutting beside her had only just turned seven. Strutting was the only appropriate word she could attribute to the way he carried himself in his formal attire, rather, his costume. Gray suit, red tie, polished dress shoes, and the posture of a director walking into a meeting with underlings. “I want to be a prick for Halloween”, said (hopefully) no child, ever. Twilight had prompted every minor in the vicinity to rush underneath the lighting street lamps in a timed quest for a mountain of sugar, bu...
Conversations With Mom
“To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in it’s perfect power.”--Maya AngelouIt was raining hard in October. I wasn’t very surprised after all, it was the beginning of fall or Autumn and rain is supposed to be a normal thing for this time owww.onedoor.ccf the year. But, it had been a long time since rain fell from the sky in any month. I was excited and didn’t even use my umbrella as I walked to the car. My hair got wet and I didn’t even care. I jumped in a puddle like I was a toddler and laughed hard. My next door neighbor probably thought I lost my mind or was drunk but I didn’t care....