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Having been starved for nearly three onths... having to go without... feeling like a rat, thats how I feel...
I forgot what they did to me at the hospital, but I know that it wasnt the first time I had to go.
I few weeks had passed and it was spring, I am in fourth grade now playing kickball with some good friends.
The ball gets kicked around like normal, I was wondering if you could.
Well eat an acorn, I am a child so I peeled it and put it into my mouth...
I quickly spat it out "yuck" I thought to myself.
I went home and everything was the same, my mom yelling at my dad... him getting angry... he didnt hurt me that much.
But, when he did it hurt...
Not on my body but in my heart.
"He is supposed to protect you" I thought to myself, I was vonfused.
The twist? I want to be a cook and a marine and work in construction.
Just like him.
I know it sounds dumb to want that... and I was full of hatred too... I remember thinking that this is when I startes to hgate "ghetto black people"
Their arrogance pises me off, I just want to stab each arrogant one I see.
I havent seen a black man do anything good, all bad, robbing stealing killing of the innocent pedestrains.
Idespised them, but I was to weak to do anything about it.
I hated that feeling, I could only pick on things smaller then me.
I started to hang out more with my neighbor kid.
weeks passed and we started to bond more as friends.
Having been starved for nearly three onths... having to go without... feeling like a rat, thats how I feel...
I forgot what they did to me at the hospital, but I know that it wasnt the first time I had to go.
I few weeks had passed and it was spring, I am in fourth grade now playing kickball with some good friends.
The ball gets kicked around like normal, I was wondering if you could.
Well eat an acorn, I am a child so I peeled it and put it into my mouth...
I quickly spat it out "yuck" I thought to myself.
I went home and everything was the same, my mom yelling at my dad... him getting angry... he didnt hurt me that much.
But, when he did it hurt...
Not on my body but in my heart.
"He is supposed to protect you" I thought to myself, I was vonfused.
The twist? I want to be a cook and a marine and work in construction.
Just like him.
I know it sounds dumb to want that... and I was full of hatred too... I remember thinking that this is when I startes to hgate "ghetto black people"
Their arrogance pises me off, I just want to stab each arrogant one I see.
I havent seen a black man do anything good, all bad, robbing stealing killing of the innocent pedestrains.
Idespised them, but I was to weak to do anything about it.
I hated that feeling, I could only pick on things smaller then me.
I started to hang out more with my neighbor kid.
weeks passed and we started to bond more as friends.
