I sat on the floor in the bedroom and thought long and hard about it. How could I affix that belt to the door and wrap it around my neck to take my life? I was overwhelmed with sadness and guilt and I wanted it to end. I also thought it would be easier for everyone if I wasn’t here.
My single mother had three kids, but our landlord said she could only have two children living in the apartment. She accepted the terms; the alternative was homelessness. Our story was that my twin brothers officially lived with my mother but I lived with a relative, and if anyone saw me on the property we were to say that I was just visiting so my mother wouldn’t get evicted.
[For more of this story, written by Sherri Williams, go to http://www.self.com/story/raci...-the-black-community]
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