Hate starting over. When I moved here 6 years ago, I was
really excited and young. I was the only Haitian girl at the school that I went
to, I had to prove myself even tough, I beat up a couple girls in the process
but I made it okay. Let me tell you, no body warned me how ghetto some of these
American chicks really are. I got teased for my accent, the way I looked and
even the way I dressed. I went to a private catholic school in Haiti, so I
thought that I was better than these girls at the public school. I had to get
over that my mother a former teacher and lawyer was working at the mall and my
dad who always been respected was treated like crap at his job. Talking about
being depressed and took my anger out any girl that wanted to fight. I was
outspoken and pissed for giving up my privileged life. Seeing my mother cry and unhappy just pushed
me to be the best and get good grades. I was just starting to get over
insecurities of my accent and had made a lot of good friends. Not every African
American girl is ghetto; some of my best friends are black. Long story short,
my friends graduated, my school closed, started over again in a new school, almost
beat up a couple girls in the process but I’m mature now so I didn’t. My school
is full of the girls we talked about earlier, I won’t have fun. Don’t feel
sorry for me because my friends and I are renting a hotel in NYC and go to Brooklyn and met Haitian people.
That’s the reason why when we Haitian girls walked in the room, we turned
heads. XoXo, Sosso
