The journey of self discovery - Unveiling the potentials in you (PT. 01)

Silence filled the warm atmosphere of the rest room. The only sound that could be heard was the rhythmical beats of Chloe's heart, she had always disliked public speaking and the idea of facing a large crowd never really appealed to her. But she soon realized that she could transform the lives of people who had gone through similar experiences by relating her story. Rumbling through the words she practiced over the night, she stepped out after a preferential introduction from the convener. 

With well dressed anxiety, she scanned through her environment consisting of familiar and unfamiliar faces, she heaved a sigh. 

`Good evening everyone, my name is Alan Chloe, it is a great privilege to be standing in your presence this beautiful evening, somehow I never imagined that one day I would be given the opportunity to speak in a gathering like this and you can say i am a bit overwhelmed.
As many of you would know, I grew up in a black neighborhood, adopted by black parents, I turned out to be the only white skinned girl you could find in most places and this was not easy for me, I had no friends, probably because they all felt the white skinned had already done a lot of harm to people of colour and so associating with a white kid? They did not think so. 

In the normal American society, what you see around are white people oppressing people of colour but in my case, it was the opposite because I was a white kid in a black hood.
My adopted parents took me in from the orphanage home, I never really knew who my real parents were and even though my adopted dad gave only a little consent to my adopted mum taking in a white breed, she was happy to take me in and i lived in her comfort until she passed on fighting cancer till her very last breath.

 I was then left alone with my adopted dad who treated me like a piece of trash, physically abused me day after day, gave me names like `white monster' `red sheep'. On other days, I would go to a lonely place under heaps of dirt and cast away items to sleep and find solace, I had no friends and this prompted me to create a world of my own in my mind.
After a year of the death of my adopted mother, my adopted dad got married to another black woman who hated me, hated all of me, hated to see me and sent me out to the streets never to appear again.
I took my few things and set out on a journey of my own, with no one there to guide me, no one at all. 

Now you might ask yourself, what would a sixteen year old white kid in a black hood do with her life? Maybe join a gang, sell out her body to get by, do the normal things other abandoned kids do.

Would she survive?'
To be continued..

What will you do if you were in Chloe's shoes? let me know in the comment section🤗🤗