Students Speak Out: Minnesota
MY STORY
Introduction
why is every little girls dream to become princess? No matter what
color no matter rich or poor that seems to be every little girls
dream. I know it was mine when I was about 5 or 6 I used to always
imagine I was the princess of the Ida B. Wells (thats the name
of the projects in Chicago that I grew up in) I use to stand between
the orange poles(thats where my throne was at) and imagine my
prince charming was coming to take me away from my hell hole of a
house. See my father was a well known drug dealer when I was born
and
by the time I was 5 we had lost everything dew to his full blow
crack
addiction it had got so bad where as to me and my sister had to move
with my grandma while my mama spent her nights looking 4 him in the
crack houses he use to own right on the rock block. When he
wasn't on the rock block he was stealing our TVs , VCRs
and ect. To provide for his problems. So when my mama said no he
would
try to fight her for telling him he couldn't have wut he bought.
After my 8th b-day my father died of and over dose and I never
really
knew him so it didn't bother me but my older sister Dyamon a.k.a
icee (a nickname she earned later in life) took it really bad she
was
two years older than me and really loved my father. As I got older I
stop playing princess but I still always looked for my prince
charming. I soon stop goin to schoool cuz I thought I was to smart
and
that the teachers couldn't tell me nothing. U probly wondering why
I'm telling yall all this in the introduction because this was
only the introduction to my story. Basically I found my prince an
his
name was Prince D. Wooden but every one called him prince he was
well
the king of the ida b wells projects but everything wasn't
happily ever after, this is the story of me Ilandrea Jalisa Nichols
a.k.a Nuny and how me looking for a daddy and prince ended in up
hurting me more than ever.
why is every little girls dream to become princess? No matter what
color no matter rich or poor that seems to be every little girls
dream. I know it was mine when I was about 5 or 6 I used to always
imagine I was the princess of the Ida B. Wells (thats the name
of the projects in Chicago that I grew up in) I use to stand between
the orange poles(thats where my throne was at) and imagine my
prince charming was coming to take me away from my hell hole of a
house. See my father was a well known drug dealer when I was born
and
by the time I was 5 we had lost everything dew to his full blow
crack
addiction it had got so bad where as to me and my sister had to move
with my grandma while my mama spent her nights looking 4 him in the
crack houses he use to own right on the rock block. When he
wasn't on the rock block he was stealing our TVs , VCRs
and ect. To provide for his problems. So when my mama said no he
would
try to fight her for telling him he couldn't have wut he bought.
After my 8th b-day my father died of and over dose and I never
really
knew him so it didn't bother me but my older sister Dyamon a.k.a
icee (a nickname she earned later in life) took it really bad she
was
two years older than me and really loved my father. As I got older I
stop playing princess but I still always looked for my prince
charming. I soon stop goin to schoool cuz I thought I was to smart
and
that the teachers couldn't tell me nothing. U probly wondering why
I'm telling yall all this in the introduction because this was
only the introduction to my story. Basically I found my prince an
his
name was Prince D. Wooden but every one called him prince he was
well
the king of the ida b wells projects but everything wasn't
happily ever after, this is the story of me Ilandrea Jalisa Nichols
a.k.a Nuny and how me looking for a daddy and prince ended in up
hurting me more than ever.
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