My home is far from safe. It is far from a place to be proud of. There is more hate than there is love. There is more violence than there is peace. There are more deaths & despair than there is life & happiness. This is somewhere I am to call home? A "place to … Continue reading A Hatred for Home
"This is where I was born. This is where I live. This is suppose to be my home. And this is suppose to be where I die...." In "a place to be somebody" -Wilmington, Delaware
This is where I was born. This is where I live. This is suppose to be my home. And this is suppose to be where I die.... But there are still things to learn, even from here.
I can't express enough how much I've grown hatred for that word. As to why it is a common everyday word said by my kind. I would say it all the time myself to friends & schoolmates trying to sound cool & all. But society later shown me what that word truly means across the … Continue reading I am not a “Nigga”