I didn't learn until years later that I was wrong.
My mother was a superhero to others, but no one saw what happened behind closed doors.
I decided to report his profile for harassment. I wasn’t trying to be petty. I just couldn't bear the thought of him hurting another woman like he'd hurt me.
The moment she finished telling me everything that happened to her, the shivers started to creep up my body.
All in all, he seemed nice and eager to help me with my faith. I completely trusted him. After all, he was well-known for his piety.
I thought it was completely normal, until I realized that I'd lived my whole life as a lie.
I know I am a strong woman that refuses to take their shit, but on the other hand, I really need this job.
I can work five times harder, but it still won’t matter. I’ll still be the Black girl who gets pushed out of the spotlight to make room for Billy and Becky.
Let’s start with the moment I confessed my love for him.
I was told, “you won’t get married looking like that” and “boys don’t like fat girls” over and over again by my family.
I stood in my bathroom and stared at the positive pregnancy test. Everything went numb.
As I stare at her, a thousand screams echo inside of me.