Home has never been a happy place for me, even as a child. I have never been truly at peace anywhere I’ve been. There was always the struggle of everything being so hard on my mom and raising me on her own. Not that I don’t appreciate everything’s she’s done for me because she’s given me everything she ever could, but it sucks because as a child I got was able to acknowledge something was wrong and seeing her struggle was a very sad thing to watch because I was never able to do anything about it.
reminder: ferguson and palestine are still happening and are still important even though there’s less attention being paid to them right now