Mock Cover: Grace Beneath the Chaos

 

As a child, I learned to perfect a smile I pasted on that disguised the welts my maternal DNA left on my essence. Some did not know, while the others pretended they did not know the torment my soul was experiencing. All they focused on was a mixed girl who got things and was ‘lucky’ to be a part of the family. After all, I was a constant reminder of the humiliation and shame my existence was. My ma’s family constantly told me I was the black sheep. Yep, when the n word wasn’t used, the black word was.

grace

Coming July 2018

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