If there is such a thing as “the wrong side of the tracks” then that is exactly where I came in to the world!
Born a mixed race girl, straight into a system that never had any good intentions for me. My mother was 13, a child herself, and already in foster care. It didn't take long for her to do what she knew best: run away.
So round and around I went, place to place, family to family.
During these years I experienced all the things. All the hideous, really bad, hateful, traumatic, evil things. I learned to be quiet and “good" on the outside but inside my head, it was angry and loud and chaotic.Read More