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They say drugs are illegal & way out of place. Yet they're made from ingredients from home base. They make that s#!t themselves then ditch it to us as a majority. Their only hope that they have is to make us a minority. Don't fall a victim to the bull$#!t life teach. Like the government & state people who aren't preachers yet they preach! They say "dont sell drugs & dont steal & no guns cuz they kill". Mother's should take great care of their kids & Fathers should provide a stable place to live. Plastering that mess round the ghetto & urban blocks. To the folks the don't have a pot to piss in nor window to toss it out. Preposterous I'd say & f^#k all that racist, bias bull$#!t My bad I know they have no respect for lil Blackgurls wit smart mouths & big Black hips. But gimme a day & I'd tell em. From our point of view. Not the government's or the politics, but real people like me & you. See my story's a testimony & I'm always here to tell it. Yes for some folks its normal for others can they bare it. Born in raised in Pennsylvania, Philadelphia was my county. I had family I didn't know because my mother wasn't round me. A bottom b!#@h indeed as the pimps would call it. Cuz she was on the bottom plenty of times & was also a drugaholic. Turning tricks got her time so she became an Edna Mahan statistic at a young age. & if you've caught on by now was well passed her 1st stage. Means another Black girl lost, right who cares! Hell I had a lil brother that was birthed that died his 1st year. AIDS is what they like to call it, but that's enough about my mom cuz just talking bout her makes me sick. Family told me when I was lil she didnt die from an overdose, supposedly a hit. I told them "I understand. If you do dirt you'll get it". But what about all the family sideline who get hurt that didn't do s×!t. Had me a shining armor I always called him daddy, if folks asked me "you love ya dad"? I'd politely tell them gladly. Grandmoms oldschool right. That's what the people like to call it. Getting whipped wit switchs & extension cords. No tv, No outside & shit. Raised without a mom I was deprived of life. Had long hungry days & cold lonely nights. Kept my hair done of course cuz it was long & pretty, but did the man who did my hair also have to like me. Sit right here he'd say to a lil girl who likes toys. Come talk to me for a moment did grandmom teach you bout boys. Secret cries unheard noone suspects him. Family told my dad & no more Mr Michael.Than just like that daddy goes to jail. & once again I'm all alone. DAMN! WHY DOES GOD HATE ME SO (he only knows). Psych eval is what they call it. When they criticize you with words & pictures. & it's not like I dont know it, but who cares if they think it's in my mental. Then the schools get on your back. Cuz they just dont understand. How a nice looking Blackgirl wit great grades, could be so out of hand. World seems hell when your a child, dont know who's really there to protect & love you. Got DHS at your door & the doctors tryna drug you. She's just an adolescent going through a rebellious phase. Wish I knew what I know now way back in those days. Time goes bye I'm a statistic now. A teenage Black girl wit another Black child. Whose son's father loves her alot, that's why he apologizes after he hits her, & she's taught to except it. Cus she stays fly, he gives her gifts & without him who'd really miss her. Its cus I'm Black right & who really cares. I've never had much to give. Life was stacked against me from the beginning. Never really expected to live. However I'm different right. I'm intelligent, can articulate, strong willed with a 9/5. & lord knows I want different for my kid. I gotta teach him how to survive! Plus we've got hella money & hella friends, he sells drugs & gives me hella gifts. I got my own place get welfare & I can shoplift. I'm on top of the world till my son turns 3. I go to jail, become stagnated as this life built for Blacks cycle has just returned. I've become the stereotype. Systematically broken, bad credit, wit hardknock lessons learned. I can't shout that #Blacklivesmatter or say it's the governments fault. Cus its noones but mines cant you see. Wise people know that hurt people hurt people. & a bad apple can spoil a bunch, just hope that Black apple stops wit me...