Things haven't always been good. I've seen good days and a whole lot of bad. But these things are what have made me the woman I am today. I always say that my testimony is my praise. So here goes nothing, Here is my story.
Back in the day when your parents were young and had a baby the grandmother would step in and help to raise that child. Well since My mother was 15 years old when she had me and my father was not much older my grandmother took over. My mother felt like her childhood was taken even when she knew what she was doing when she had sex, my father felt that my mother was the one for him, they married and divorced end of that story. My grandmother was a strong woman. she raises me in the church and took me to church whenever a church service was going on. She taught me about faith and God and right from wrong. My mother was not there, she would rather club and hang out every night with her friends and stay away than get to know me or build a special bond with me. I only saw my father every other weekend at his mother's house which was my grandmother too. he came sat with me for about an hour and left. never took me shopping, I never spent the night at his house just nothing. Both sets of grandparents took me and raise me. during the school year, I was with Momma D and the summer with my grandfather and grandmother. My Grandfather was a Pastor so I was raised like a pk(preachers kid) my grandfather loved me and spoiled me too but again in their home church came first. As I got older things changed. When I became a teenager I entered into a new chapter of my life.
I entered not my teen years. by this time I don't see my father anymore. My mother is remarried and I don't see her because I am not living with her still. Again under my grandmother's wing, I'm still in church and in middle school. This time. I had my Pastor Shannon T Oliver and Mary Oliver, and My Uncle Manya T. Darden, and my aunt Tamishe (dee-dee). I felt the love they saw something in me that I did not see. I had mothers and father's all around me who never left me. As a started Middle school I moved with my God-Parents Patsy and Owen, it was so much fun, I felt like a little girl who felt what real love was supposed to be. Patsy took me to the beauty shop and shopping, I had a tutor and any and everything that I wanted. I felt like I belonged to a real family, I even had a basketball coach to help with my basketball. But all good things come to an end. Even though I wasn't living with my mother she had a problem with Patsy stepping up even with my grandmother's approval. she made me move back and again my mother disappeared. Like she didn't want me happy or to be loved. But I continued with school. I was never the loud girl or the girl chasing behind a boy that wasn't me plus Momma D wasn't having it. I was talked about made fun of because f my clothes or how I looked. My self-esteem was really low. I was bullied. I had people who said they were my friends one day and wanted to fight me the next. I never understood why. I really think that this is where my insecurities started setting in. I started asking myself things like; Why my momma don't want me? Why my daddy won't spend time with me or call me? Why must they pick on me? What have I done? Why don't nobody like me? My grandmother had a long talk with me and said that I was beautiful no matter what anybody says. God made me different and God had a plan for my life before I was even thought about it! So I went on to the next level. Since I had an aunt that was deaf, she taught me from an early age to speak sign language. So I learned it. Then I started having a thing for music. Not just sny music but Gospel Music. It was something that I felt in my spirit. So I started to praise dance. I loved it. It was a way for me to tell my story through song and dance. Almost like a one on one conversation with God but in my own way. It felt like an outlet for me! So I continued to do it. with the support of My Grandmother, Mary Oliver, and Breda Gore(Mimi), and my aunt and Uncle, i continued. I was called to Minister, I knew I was and it was spoken into my life. I thank God for my Gift because it was a way for me to exit the pain that I had endured.
Back in the day when your parents were young and had a baby the grandmother would step in and help to raise that child. Well since My mother was 15 years old when she had me and my father was not much older my grandmother took over. My mother felt like her childhood was taken even when she knew what she was doing when she had sex, my father felt that my mother was the one for him, they married and divorced end of that story. My grandmother was a strong woman. she raises me in the church and took me to church whenever a church service was going on. She taught me about faith and God and right from wrong. My mother was not there, she would rather club and hang out every night with her friends and stay away than get to know me or build a special bond with me. I only saw my father every other weekend at his mother's house which was my grandmother too. he came sat with me for about an hour and left. never took me shopping, I never spent the night at his house just nothing. Both sets of grandparents took me and raise me. during the school year, I was with Momma D and the summer with my grandfather and grandmother. My Grandfather was a Pastor so I was raised like a pk(preachers kid) my grandfather loved me and spoiled me too but again in their home church came first. As I got older things changed. When I became a teenager I entered into a new chapter of my life.
I entered not my teen years. by this time I don't see my father anymore. My mother is remarried and I don't see her because I am not living with her still. Again under my grandmother's wing, I'm still in church and in middle school. This time. I had my Pastor Shannon T Oliver and Mary Oliver, and My Uncle Manya T. Darden, and my aunt Tamishe (dee-dee). I felt the love they saw something in me that I did not see. I had mothers and father's all around me who never left me. As a started Middle school I moved with my God-Parents Patsy and Owen, it was so much fun, I felt like a little girl who felt what real love was supposed to be. Patsy took me to the beauty shop and shopping, I had a tutor and any and everything that I wanted. I felt like I belonged to a real family, I even had a basketball coach to help with my basketball. But all good things come to an end. Even though I wasn't living with my mother she had a problem with Patsy stepping up even with my grandmother's approval. she made me move back and again my mother disappeared. Like she didn't want me happy or to be loved. But I continued with school. I was never the loud girl or the girl chasing behind a boy that wasn't me plus Momma D wasn't having it. I was talked about made fun of because f my clothes or how I looked. My self-esteem was really low. I was bullied. I had people who said they were my friends one day and wanted to fight me the next. I never understood why. I really think that this is where my insecurities started setting in. I started asking myself things like; Why my momma don't want me? Why my daddy won't spend time with me or call me? Why must they pick on me? What have I done? Why don't nobody like me? My grandmother had a long talk with me and said that I was beautiful no matter what anybody says. God made me different and God had a plan for my life before I was even thought about it! So I went on to the next level. Since I had an aunt that was deaf, she taught me from an early age to speak sign language. So I learned it. Then I started having a thing for music. Not just sny music but Gospel Music. It was something that I felt in my spirit. So I started to praise dance. I loved it. It was a way for me to tell my story through song and dance. Almost like a one on one conversation with God but in my own way. It felt like an outlet for me! So I continued to do it. with the support of My Grandmother, Mary Oliver, and Breda Gore(Mimi), and my aunt and Uncle, i continued. I was called to Minister, I knew I was and it was spoken into my life. I thank God for my Gift because it was a way for me to exit the pain that I had endured.
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