Born in a small town in the sixties. Being black and born to a teenager who was in love with an older man. A product of forced marriage. No love, no unity. No education, no job. Annulment. GED, new man, remarried.
New family. Hated because of who the biological dad was. Alone. Biological is killed. Too much for a 6yr old. New siblings. Alone again.
Teenage life brings about perverted old men. No one believes the stories. Alone. Alcohol, parties, babies, abortions, depression. Alone.
Giving birth because you’re in love. He’s gone. Alone. Evictions. Graduation, College. Pregnancy. Grandma.
Children turn their backs on you. Alone.
Aged 55, starting over. Alone
It’s Peach picking season. Might pickle some, make a pie, or eat them straight from the tree.
One thing for certain, I will no longer be burned by the flames of others. I am a Sweet Peach…