Entry 1: A Young Girl's Life in Clarksdale

Growing up as a young african american girl in Clarksdale was hard and it still is. As I was growing up, it was always “Don’t do this, Don’t do that.” Everything we do is called “Being Fast.” I grew up with 8 siblings, but I only lived with 3. Throughout my whole life, my family was low-class. My mother was struggling and my dad was locked up most of my life. My family began meeting needs when I was in the 4th grade. I never really knew my dad until I got to the 6th grade.

Throughout my whole 13 years in Clarksdale, I lived with my mom. My mother was a single-parent. I basically grew up without a father. I have 8 siblings. Makiya, Jakyra, Myron, Mytavious, Julius, MiKhail, Morgan and Mason. I only have one whole sibling. The rest are my half siblings. Meaning, we don’t have the same mother or father. My favorite aunt/best friend passed away when I was in the 5th grade. I basically passed away too. I was the happiest person alive before she left. I never had to worry about nothing. After her death, my cousin Michael also passed away, as well as my uncles, Stevo, Alfonzo, and Partee. 


I can’t really complain about growing up as a young girl in Clarksdale Mississippi. Even though, people are constantly getting killed over nothing at all, I can’t complain. I’m still here and God is still waking me up. I can’t do nothing but be grateful that I am still here :) periodttt