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no momma, sorry

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I was raised on racial jokes. I grew up in a racist home. I come from slave owners and KKK members. From southern roots. Yet the thing my past never could destroy me. I I belive we are all born for a reason. I think mine was to help my family. I have learned so much and there is so out there. Last year i made the first real black friend I ever had in my life. After school we took off our shoes and ran around barefoot down the halls. Her feet was hurting with the shoes on. From that second onwas never the same somthing broke inside me. I felt so free i could feel the racism leave inside me and i was filled with joy. The thing is I like a boy from Africa. Few people know. Although am am teaching my mother the same lesson I learned, it is still forbidden love. Why? My grandparents are millionares. I am currently an heir. My cousins will get the family fortune. I gave everything p even my estate and my vacation home. No momma, sorry. Racism doesnt control me anymore. We can make our own fourtune.