Foster mother seemed like a monster to me. She was the female version of Hulk. A giant that I hoped I could escape from. I stared at anything that would show my reflection to understand what made me so unacceptable. Caretaker told me I was not worth hugging because I was too black for anyone to care. She reminded me that my father would never accept me either as he believed I was a curse for his reputation.
The day you left is one I will never forget
I waited for 18 years to hear your words
A moment where you could look me in the eyes
A time when your words mattered
Despite the beer bottles, drug dealers standing on the corner, and dried up chicken wings on the ground, we had the luxury of the fire hydrants. My memories of childhood were not all terrible. In 1996 I was walking with finesse and had discovered my consciousness as a young adult. On any given day I could smell “Arroz con Pollos” (Rice and Chicken) in the air from the Puerto Rican homes on the block...
Uncle Turtle was my first realization, that God could not be real. If he was great and mighty, why would he let my Uncle Turtle turn his head away as though nothing occurred? I sat at the table with scars on my back, arms and chest...
There are no words to express what it feels like to be hit with a pot cover, pushed out of a moving vehicle, and smothered with the fist of an adult who appears like Hulk Hogan to a five year old!
The truth about Lucy’s picture
She stared at the photo of a stranger who was placed in an Instagram photo in the arms of one she did not know
In this photo was the image of a provider standing with a loving child
This was a stark contrast to the abandonment and loss this woman felt
The Little girl w...