Where my mother was the type that wanted to get down to the bottom of things, my father was a military man who had thin patience. He was already disappointed that I was a girl instead of a boy. Then to add to that, I never could do right. I was always getting arrested and following the wrong crowd. He hated my boyfriends, not because they were always the wrong type, but because they were black.
but you hate on your mother MEANWHILE YOU GOT A RACIST FOR A DADDY?
