A.A.C.

Joined March 2021

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I want to see if I have a career in writing and put it to the test

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Why does America hate women?
I am just going to say this: Society hates women. Is this a fact? No. Am I being dramatic? No. Let me tell you that literally from birth to death, women are expected to be a certain way and behave a certain way. How many times have you ever heard anyone feel “disappointed” that they are having a boy? In some cultures, women who give birth to girls are either punished or have gone to great lengths to “get rid of girls”. As for women in America, we are faced with a dire and disturbing road as we look at everything happening for the last couple of years.
By A.A.C.8 days ago in The Swamp
Mom, I must confess...
Hey mom, I have something that I need to tell you. I know that I was not known as being a good kid when I was younger, however you and everyone who knew me as a kid knows that I did a complete 180. However, before I can fully leave the past alone I must confess something…
By A.A.C.8 days ago in Confessions
Land of the Free
April 08th, 1912 My husband and I both have our own reasons for going to America. He is going to America to strike it rich; I am going to America…and plan on escaping from him. I can no longer deal with his abuse, our town ridiculing me for “not being a good wife” while he is just being “a typical husband”. I have dealt with his multiple affairs, his drinking all hours of the day and even the fact that he lost his job. However, my final straw was when I was pregnant. I wanted to talk to him about what his plan was when the baby arrived. I had mentioned that I had saved money that we can use for the time being. He wanted the money to gamble with. I had told him no. That was when he became irate. I told him that I did not want to use my money for him to gamble with. That is when…he became angry. I began running and when he grabbed me, I tried to push him away and then he pushed me down so hard, I had bruises. When I woke up, he was gone as well as the money that I saved. This was the day, I hated my husband and made a plan to leave him.
By A.A.C.2 months ago in Fiction
No air
Seeing you from a far made me weak, Wanting to say hi to you But I could not speak. I had the courage to say hi To the man with eyes the color of the sky.
By A.A.C.3 months ago in Poets
It's you; not me
In April 2020, I decided to join two social media sites and Match dating site because since we were in the middle of the pandemic, I thought that I needed to find some kind of social interaction since I felt that the world was ending (joking, but not really). So, I got an Instagram account and Reddit. At first, having these accounts felt empowering to talk to others around the world, share your interests and get a laugh or two. However, from the time I opened my social media accounts to now, December 2021, I have gone to feel like I am in a toxic relationship. Which means only one thing: it is time to break up.
By A.A.C.5 months ago in Humans
Homichlophobia
Ever since I was little, I had a fear of fog. It was triggered when my dad went to take my sister and me to get a Christmas tree on a December night. The road was in a rural area and there were no lights on the streets. The fog was so dense that he turned down the radio because he was too distracted. I could not read my dad’s mind, but I felt that we had the same thought: please just let us get home safe. Then, out of nowhere...my dad ran over a person. He came out of nowhere and was wearing dark clothing. The man did not live. He was only 23. My father was so scared, he drove off.
By A.A.C.6 months ago in Psyche
White women judged and Black Girls ridiculed me...
I was told that having braids was considered ghetto or “too ethnic”. To be honest, I felt ashamed of being black not because of beauty standards, but because I just did not “fit into the culture”.I was judged for wearing braids by not just white women, but black women and girls as well. I liked wearing braids, but at the same time I was very insecure. The irony about my childhood and braids is that from preschool to 7th grade, I went to predominantly black schools. It was one thing to be judged by white women, but the sad thing was the comments that I felt hurt the most were from black girls.
By A.A.C.6 months ago in Confessions
Identity Theft
I’m $92,000 in debt and need money fast. I lost my job and worse of all, I am one week from being evicted. Life is shit! I have to find a way to make money before I end up being homeless and in debt for the rest of my life. I need an idea and fast. The only person I can speak to is my best friend Jonah.
By A.A.C.7 months ago in Criminal
The Bayou Bride
October 29th, 1859 Louisiana: The Devereaux Plantation A fall wedding is what 15-year old Lucinda Devereaux has always wanted. She will be married to the man of her dreams, 20-year old Charles Parley. The wedding is in two days but it felt like an eternity to her. Their wedding will be at the plantation right beside the bayou. Magnolias floating around and a beautiful white dress that was fit for the occasion. Everything was perfect except...She felt a chill...all day.
By A.A.C.8 months ago in Fiction
Michael Jackson's other Halloween song
Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” is a masterpiece. The video made history for Michael by being the first black person to have a music video on MTV. The music video, or more like music “movie” was amazing. The choreography is a classic that is difficult to do, based on personal experience. Last but not least the song is amazing and can make anyone want to get out of their seat. However, that is not Michael Jackson’s only Halloween song. One of Michael Jackson’s most underrated songs in my opinion, was the 1997 song “Ghost” on his "Blood on the Dance Floor" album.
By A.A.C.8 months ago in Beat
Aloha, Hawaii!
On my 22nd Birthday, my parents bought me a ticket to Hawaii. It was not the first time I went on vacation without my parents as I had went a few weeks prior to Los Angeles with friends on a road trip, but it was the first time that I would ever:
By A.A.C.8 months ago in Wander
Destination to "Independence"
I was a sheltered kid. So much so that: I was not allowed to have boy’s phone numbers, I was not allowed to drive my car to school until I was 17 and I could not take my car to college until my second year. While I know my parents loved me, they also were helicopter parents. Luckily, I began to explore and find more of a chance of freedom when I went to college. I met friends who I would go into the city with and I was able to be myself. Yet, it was not enough.
By A.A.C.8 months ago in Wander