i have tried to tell this story so many times.
the one about the real protagonist of this story - my mama.
about how she lost her mind and her daughter. about how she didn't try hard enough to find either.
the one where my mother is a fairytale princess that is never saved. more distressed than she is damsel.
a black girl without magic.
the easiest way i can tell this story is that it's my father's fault.
my sperm donors fault.*
(still, the closest thing i'll have to a parent.)
from him i inherited;
1) a lust for wo(men) i would sooner remember the bodies of; than their names
2) a surename imposed on me, rather than gifted to me
him from his white slave masters, mine from his black arse.
3) a (hatred) for my mother
him because of his incompetence, mine because of hers.
4) an affinity to ignore the ones we love when they need help most.
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comment and/or vote if this didn't bore you. (or do wateva tf you want cuz freedom).
