The Natural Beginning

posted on Sep 12, 2012
You all don't know me from a pile of dirt. So I'm going to start from the beginning. Well somewhere in the middle, not conception. I grew up in the lower middle class Jamaican neighborhood in the Bronx. Life was pretty good. In my three story house I was surrounded by family around my 'block' i was surrounded by friends. For me life has always been on the outside very easy. I had everything I needed but I always felt something very vital was missing from my life. I don't know much about my family and their lives growing up. I've heard mostly negativity coming from my elders most of my life. They very rarely had anything positive to say about anything or anybody. Now, that I am older I am uber conscious of hurting others feelings and I watch what I say with a gyrfalcon's accuracy. Now here is where it gets deep. My paternal grandmother had my father outside of wedlock and my granddad (whom I've never met) didnt stick around for his kid, my Dad. My Dad grew up in his stepfather's household and moved out on his own when he was 16. By the time I came around he had barely spoken to his family over the past two decades.
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