Thu Jun 18, 2015 10:33 am by 
The cold air could be felt through my thin skirt and raincoat that I only possessed. Within the raincoat, I held my little sister only being 5 months of age. All I could do is run. Run somewhere I knew no one could find me and her. I refuse for anyone to take over what I had and that was my sense of mind. The small country town I reside in held so much hatred still. Whites against blacks. No one hid their prejudice. No one. Thoughts fluttered into my mind on my mother lifeless body hanging from the tree in our backyard. My mother was black as night, but skin smoother than butter. Her hair was extremely thick and extremely curly, and her teeth white as snow. I noticed at a very young age how both whites and blacks looked at my mother. The way she carried herself, the way she reacted to certain circumstances. She was a rock who fell for the wrong man. A married man. A white man. I only hold half of my mother features, but Mya looks so much like her. If only she had the chance to know her the way I did. I despise the man my mother met, but without him we wouldn’t be here.
“Wake up Kayla.” interrupted my thoughts bringing me back into reality.
Awakening, I seen my little sister holding a muffin in her hand with a candle.
“Happy 20th birthday.” she exclaimed bringing a smile to my face.
“Wake up Kayla.” interrupted my thoughts bringing me back into reality.
Awakening, I seen my little sister holding a muffin in her hand with a candle.
“Happy 20th birthday.” she exclaimed bringing a smile to my face.
