Growing up I never noticed that I was different.
That my skin color didn't match my parents.
Adopted. I knew I was but then it was just a word.
I never thought the word itself would define me.
Going through school i believed hate was simple teasing.
A black girl being called a white girl was normal.
Everyone has a black child.
Every Black family has a white child. Right?
Racism. I never noticed.
Mommy whats a “Nigger”?
Someone who is ignorant was the response i received.
Mommy am I ignorant?
No baby you're not she said sadly.
Off I ran to laugh, play and live another day.
The word adopted began to mean something to me.
Did I know who I was?
I asked for the background - the information was given up willingly.
Connection began to form and I knew my calling in life.
Children of all ages, even the stubborn teenagers.
To wake up knowing I am positively impacting someones life
saved a baby,
gave hope to a parent,
convinced a teen to do better.
Mentoring at-risk children
Families could barely afford eighteen dollars a week for summer camp.
The Children full of life,
The parent fighting and staying strong as to not disrupt their happiness.
A mentor, A counselor, A friend is how i see myself working.
A Social Worker- Giving back to the Community.
The bad parts will be there but the happy parts are my dream.