Alyssa Markins
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Boss Mom
Being adopted isn’t easy, especially when you’re an Africa American being raised by whites parents and grandparents. But when you have three amazing and loving women raising you, it becomes a little easier. Growing up I had my mom, grandma and my great grandmother always by my side. Even though I lost my great grandmother in 2018, she will forever be my savior. She’ll forever be the my one true queen. If you think raising one kid is hard, my mom raised seven. And that was only the start of it. She soon adopted my Brazilian brother. After that she took in two other boys. Also raising my four and a half year old nephew. My grandma used to tell me story’s about my great grandfather taking her to feed and play with the poor black families around the town. My great grandmother was known for taking food to the families and making sure no one was hurt over there. They showed me that love has no color, love doesn’t mean blood. Being black and in an all white school had its challenges, but when I told them what was going on, they were in that school until I got what I deserved. I am so pleased and blessed that that let me explore my blackness. I was able to get braids and cornrows because they didn’t want to hide my blackness from me. I was able to be free with myself and that made me felt loved and cared for.
By Alyssa Markins3 years ago in Families