Baby are weed
A child's first home is not the walls they live in, but the arms that hold them. A parent should be a safe place, not a storm."
When I was little I liked to smile and broke everything in the house. My parents said I was so cute as a baby. My mom said she loved biting my face because it was so soft. They said they bought me that little chair, the one where kids can run and start walking with it, and I used to run with it all around the house.
My father used to smoke weed. One day he had weed in a little black plastic bag and as baby you eat anything you see...I saw it and I ate it. I was so high I couldn't even keep my body up. I was walking around on my little thing like... you know how a pimp walks? That's exactly how I was. When my father saw me, he was like, "oh my god my baby is dying." Lol! Those moments were crazy but they were also part of my childhood.
At four or five years old I was always putting everything in my mouth because that's what kids do. One time there was chiclets on the floor someone was eating and I put it in my mouth. When my father saw me do that, he beat me. This is the house of Black people.
I have so much to say about my life. So much. And I hope y'all stay with me to know every chapter.
