By the time I was 16, I found myself pregnant. It wasn’t planned, but it was real. Three days after my 17th birthday, I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. Childbirth and Change
I encountered Melissa during my time in jail. A black woman with Southern charm, she exuded a seemingly normal demeanor, Cocaine Charm
As I grew older, it became impossible to ignore how out of place I felt. By the time I was twelve, it was clear I didn’t belong—not to my family, not to my surroundings and definitely not to my brothers, Richard and Randy, who reminded me every day that I wasn’t wanted. Their taunts weren’t subtle; they made sure I knew I was different.
The differences between us weren’t just in our personalities but etched into our very genes. My family, who had adopted me. The Outsiders
My mind was scrambling how am I going to get out of this? How can I talk my way out of this quickly? I didn’t just have one cop, I have 4 cops surrounding me, all very angry . Each one was cussing loudly at me in a thick patios, I could feel the deep animosity towards me. I was a white woman putting up a fight with the Jamaican police, by myself. Another Maxi Priest Concert in Negril
Who am I? That question is both simple and complex. I’m someone who broke the mold, a person who chose not to walk the well-trodden path or follow the herd. I’ve always danced to my own rhythm, lived to the beat of my own drum. And for that, I am proud. But let me tell you—marching to your own beat is not always a parade of roses and butterflies. It’s a journey full of difficulties, missteps, and struggles.Dancing to Our Own Drums
