The Attic Child

by Lola Jaye

The boy in front of the free-standing oak mirror wasn’t me. This figure breathed when I breathed, moved when I moved, yet I still couldn’t place him.

he's turnibg you into his good negro.

“England must be much better than your homeland?” “Is this your first time using a knife and fork?” “What does it feel like to wear clothes?”

whew, white ignorance chile.....

“He said your people were destitute and had no choice but to give you to him. You were found running around all alone, naked, he said.” A level of shock began to form inside me. “Why would he say that, when it is untrue?”

colonizers gon colonize

“Burned to the ground, the entire village, and by those who claim to have wanted the greater good!” “What?” “What I am trying to tell you, dearest boy, is that your village is no more.”

this man is clearly lying!

“Who usually cooks?” “Enid.” “Enid isn’t here. We had to let her go because we have you.”

not this bitch tryna make me a servant!!!

I looked down at the ruffled sheets, now a disgusting reminder of what had occurred just hours before. The obvious soiling screamed at me, covering me in its filth.

This is a disgusting ass rapist woman.

I looked down at the ruffled sheets, now a disgusting reminder of what had occurred just hours before. The obvious soiling screamed at me, covering me in its filth.

i KNOW this nasty bitch aint do what i think she did!

When we brought him home, Marjorie sensed my hesitation, which was probably why she did one of the most unconventional things a wife could do. She’d sometimes leave me to spend time with the baby alone, almost out of the door before announcing a visit to her parents or to the shops.

exactly. take a break and leave these men with them babies!