A.A.C.
Bio
I want to see if I have a career in writing and put it to the test
Stories (58/0)
Take me out to the ball game!
My dad was considered a “ladies man”, but the man did not understand ladies! So growing up with a man who did not have sisters and barely knew much about women was…difficult. When my mom met my dad, she was a single mom to my sister who was ten at the time. My dad really did not know how to deal with women, especially girls. So when I came, it was a challenge for my dad. Of course he was happy to have a daughter and he even named me, however he did not know much about raising a daughter. While we had our ups and downs as a little girl, there was one way my father and I bonded: watching sports.
By A.A.C.2 years ago in Unbalanced
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.2 years ago in Confessions
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.2 years ago in Confessions