A story I made

I'm sorry this is on off topic, and maybe wasting thread space, but I just wanted to share this.

Black Tears



 There's a light, in the darkness. Though the night is as black as my skin. There's a light burning bright, showing me the way, but I know were I've been. There's a cry, in the distance. Theres a voice that's deep within. Theres a cry, asking why, I pray the answers up ahead, cause I know were I've been 

Chapter 1

Life isn't always fair. Nor was it very easy for some people.
I envied the people who could live their life without being ridiculed, and teased about how they looked, or what color their skin was.
Back in my younger years I thought I was alone, that no one suffered the kind of pain I did.
But now I know there are others, just like me, dealing with the same things I am.
Looking out my bedroom window I sighed, taking in the familiar rural country side I've been living since birth.
In this small, quaint little side of the world, a close-nit family of racist red-necks dominated.
Not one black girl has touched their soul, until the day I was born.
So you could imagine their reaction to me when I began school.
"Emily, dear you know you don't have to leave so soon." My mother said stepping into my room, a sadness touching her hazel eyes.
"Yes I do, I have to get out of here as soon as possible." I muttered, picking up the last bag out of my room.
I promised myself as soon as I graduated school I would leave this little corner of hell, never to return.
I would be traveling to a big city, full of all different types of people. I prayed I would find a group I would be accepted in.
"Alright, but please don't forget to call." My mother said pulling me into a hug, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"I won't, I promise." I nodded, tears filling my eyes as well as I looked down at her perfect pale white skin next to mine.
Both of my parents were blessed with white skin, if I could I'd kill for what they had.
My birth mother, her name is Stacie, she had been in college, she believed strongly in black and white relationships, so much that she had an affair with a black man she had college with.
Having me.
But this black man was not a nice man, he already had a wife and children of his own, and had been in jail for theft, and possession of a gun during theft.
Stacie of course didn't see what a bad man he was, she just saw his skin, so when I was born of course the man didn't want anything to do with me.
And neither did Stacie, she believed she was to young to have a child. To late to take anything back though.
But Stacie gave me up anyway, to her mother. I've been raised by Stacie's mother all of my life, and to me Stacie will never be my mother, I knew who my mother really was.
And now I'd be leaving her, and her husband, my father.
Slowly letting her go I smiled.
But I can't look at the negatives, just look ahead to a bright future.

Based on a true story, called my life

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(excuse me but those are opinions in a fictional characters mind, you don't like it deal with it. I'm not saying I prefer and color I'm half black myself )

 

(YES THAT IS MY LIFE!! this is a story I made based on me! )