I’m letting go of…
I’m letting go of being afraid, I've let go of being Afraid being only eight years old then, I didn't have any brothers or sisters to confide in so, I was always lonely growing up. Trisha's parents were there but they were always doing what parents do; providing whatever they could of the material things, but they weren't great listeners of childhood hurts and they didn't believe much in hugging and kissing. They didn't mean anything by that, I think they just didn't know or learned the importance of such things. They were old old school mind, where children are to be seen and not heard. Trisha found school to be an awful place to be during segregation. Trisha was dark skinned, short hair and skinny and her all white schoolmates never let her forget it because they never touched her or played with her. .
Family, Faith