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BECKY LIKE STREET NIGGAZ (DIARY OF A RATCHET WHITE GIRL)

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BECKY LIKE STREET NIGGAZ (DIARY OF A RATCHET WHITE GIRL)

By: KING MILLI, VINCENT MORRIS
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SHE CAME FROM PSYCHOLOGICAL ABUSE, MOLESTATION, DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, RACISM, AND THE WORST OF WHO HER PEOPLE WERE. SHE WAS LOVED AND ACCEPTED BY THE HOOD, STREET NIGGAS, SAVAGES, AND THE MOST BROKEN OF WHO BLACK PEOPLE WERE. ALL HELL WAS ABOUT TO BREAK LOOSE…….

INTRODUCING REBECCA JEFFERSON (BECKY)…….

In order to understand who I am, you have to understand where I came from. I came from uncles who touched and penetrated me in all the worst places. I had the racist father who put his hands on me in anger and because my mother left to never be found again. The children were cruel. I was the girl who wore hand me downs in class a hundred times over and was teased for having an ass that belonged on a black girl. I came from the bottom and not even accepted by that.

The hood accepted me despite the fact I was poor and came from a broken circumstance. I began to get involved with savages and dopeboys, but they were the only ones telling me that I was beautiful. The only ones who celebrated my ample ass, and said they would take care of me. For the first time in my life had self esteem and there was a smile on my face. This would eventually lead to dating, which eventually led to dating, which eventually led to fucking. At first it was awkward and even hurt. Then I began to love it, which at some point became obsession and never getting enough. Today I’m a baby mama, with a boyfriend trapped in the game, put out into the street yet again, without a purpose, and disowned by my people. My name is Rebecca Lee Jefferson and this is my story African American Urban Social justice Genre Fiction Fiction
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