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So i come from a small town right outside of baltimore maryland. guess what it really is like hell here. almost the whole
populace is some kind of christian and conservatives and its hard living in a world that doesnt except your views. dont get
me worng i love christians and conservatives its just they sometimes dont see that i have a voice being the minority. even
in the minority im a minority. hello people just because my skin color is black doesnt mean im some ghetto gang banger. i
speak proper english and try not to butcher the language.
sometimes i wonder if i will ever have a voice in this town. or in my own home. my parents happen to be apart of the
majority here, just great. so life is even more hell. i get prayed over and my room has to be lit so "no demons crawl into
my home" yeah yeah yeah. im a witch i dont summon demons. my parents are completely clueless to me being a witch, bisexual
and not a virigin. wow if they did id be so outta here and i need them to pay for college in this little town. damn life seems
to throw all these great cards my way.
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our lives meant nothing; we were sinners,whores, alcoholics, love addicts. some nights we were prositutes,
selling our hearts on the open market...we turned good girls into siners, bad boys into lovers, and ourselves from abused
little girls into broken women
©Solitia
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