Sep 8, 2018 · 2 min read
Stop. Caring. About. What. “They”. Say.
I’ve lived carefully. Vicariously through other people. I’ve watched other people rise to fame and fortune and applauded along the way matter of fact. But I got tired. I mean all the way tired of sitting back and not going after my dreams. I am a stereotype. Fit into America’s corner of African American single mother with a low paying government job (I’m a teacher btw). I am a domestic violence survivor. Things happened to me as a child that shouldn’t and honestly I couldn’t bare to share details because of the people it would affect. I’ve gotten the shorter end of the stick many many times. I’ve been homeless…

