Growing up!!!! Lil Bro Style

  Sure we have all had a rough time growing up. The more I think about it the more I think that our lives was unique growing up. Growing up we have dealt with racism, mental fuckings and severe abuse. My end I want to express and tell yall about some experiences I have been through. So sit back relax and listen to some of my experiences.


 Severe abuse is a sore subject with me but my story needs to be told someday. One thing I can take growing up was a ass whooping. You know people talk about how bad that ass whoopin was they got and all i can think of is how I was beaten. People say belts, sticks, shoes etc. The only thing I can say is damn you had it easy. One time I had a dog that was made to attack me when I was being to much of a kid. The dogs name was chip, I remember one time I was made to go and grab his dog food. The one thing you never do is grab chips dog food. I said no but you know that shit did not fly. So I went and cried cried as I reached over to brab the dog food. The worst part was not knowing where the fuck the dog was under the bed. I could hear that damn dog growl and you could hear the tone get deeper and deeper the closer I got to the bowl. I touched the bowl and out came a 45 pound dog chopping at the mouth slobber just flowing out his mouth. I tried to move fast enough but he got my ear and took a huge chunk out of my ear. Blood flowing from my ear and the skin falling off. Being only 10 years old that shit was crazy but not out of the ordinary. You wanna hear the fucked up part my grandmother or so called grandmother laughed her ass off because it was funny.


 I remember I could never figure out why I studdard so bad when I was a child until I sit back and think damn she use to beat the shit out of my head. This one time we was over this ladies house named Robin suppose to be my auntie ha. Big Momma (grandmother) was looking for some of her movies and fighting with her daughter over what movies was hers and what not. Being the sweet young attractive little boy I was decided I would help and say this was not her movie, WRONG MISTAKE. Big Momma punched me dead in the face so I ran into the room where she had to chase me and get some more licks in. She grabbed me by the hair and beat my head on the wall till Robin pulled her off of me which to me seemed like days. Being older I realized the reason she kept my hair long was to be able to grab my hair and proceed to fuck me up. There was another time when my cousins decided to set me up cause I was like a show for them to watch when big momma beat me the shit out of me they would watch and laugh. Anyways we had some issues with our neighbors upstairs from us. We all decided to turn their lights off, wrong fucking mistake. Neighbors came out said they was calling the police blah blah. Of course I got blamed for that big momma knocked me into next week I fell to the floor she went to town kicked me in the face, back, stomach. Fredricka was at the house and grabbed her told her to stop she helped me up and Bigmomma told me to jump in the shower and goto bed. Man let me tell you these stories aint shit.


 Mental abuse I have one story that haunts me, even today this hurts me. I grew up with out a mom or dad. One of my moms bf took the roll of dad for me. This man will always be my daddy in my eyes I have nothing but the upmost respect for this man. He did everything in his power to make me happy. Keep in mind I was brain washed my whole life by racism abuse mental and physical. I dont remember much on this incident but I remember what hurts me. MY dad came over to visit like always, big momma and him got into it over something and he left. She ran in the room saying she would beat me if I didnt run and ask him for money for something and if he said no I had to say what she told me to say. So I did it of course cause I was scared of course, I ran outside he said no I cant. So I told him I hated him and he didnt love me. I never had a chance to apologize for that. So I am sorry dad and I know I havent been by to visit but I will promise.


 Growing up I always thought big momma was my mother. Hell I was calling her mom and NO ONE in the family ever corrected me. I found out in 89 that she was just my grandmother and not my mom. I found out my mom was killed by her exbf. Once that happen all kinds of stuff came out in the open. I had another brother WTF my dad was not my dad WTF. The fucked up thing is knowing your mom is dead and you have no father cause no one knows who the fuck he was. Mom had to keep her lifestyle a secret due to all the racism in this so called family. Let me tell you this besides my brothers the only member of this fucked up family I talk to is my auntie Ginger. Thats sad considering there was 7 fucking children big momma had.

 The KKK and AB. Now you know this This how fucked up this family is. I felt like I was raised in the slavery days considering thats all Joe and I ever heard growing up. N this N that shit I started using it to describe all of my people. I was raised to believe I was white, cowboy boots and hats. Yes I rocked it and looked good doing it. Thats not the point I never knew anything about my other culture. Only that we was bad and deserved to be beaten on a daily basis. Yes I have never dated any sisters but its not because I am a racist its just that the ones I did would never think twice about some little confused black kid dressed and acting like he is white. Yeah Joe I know you having a field day with this.

I think I am done for now. I hope everyone likes this and enjoys our stories. Thank you for inspiring me to keep going with the blogs, you know who you are....... LIL Brother story