I was taught

I was taught

I was taught to be proud of who I am

I was also taught to be ashamed of who I am -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter

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The Black Family

The Black Family

Why the fuck does a parent have to have a conversation with their black son about what to do when/if they are approached by an officer.

I don’t have kids yet, and I can’t imagine having to tell my son to have your hands where an officer can see them at all times. Don’t talk back. Give them what they want. WTF kind of society is this?

Just don’t get how black People are chosen to be shooting practice. This shit has to change! –RealityOfAPreachersDaughter

Don’t know what’s wrong

Don’t know what’s wrong

All of a sudden I start feeling weird and I don’t know why. I’m overwhelmed with thoughts of my friends parents who are no longer living, or who are very sick.

I have both of my parents, but I only talk to one. My father ruins my life when he’s in it. So I can’t let him in.

I started reliving one instance. My mom was pregnant with my little brother and my I remember him fighting her.

Why am I seeing this again

I was nine. My other brother was 5.

I didn’t know what to do…. -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter

Feeling sorry for myself?

Feeling sorry for myself?

When I tell people how I feel, I get “stop feeling sorry for yourself”

If I’m saying that something is bothering me and I’m sad about it, I’m not fucking feeling sorry for myself. No matter how strong I am and how much strength people see, I’m still a woman. I’m still a human. I have fucking feelings. -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter