I'm a Fake and a Phony!
I'm not where I'm suppose to be.
I'm not what I want to be,
But no matter what anyone else may think
I'm not what I use to be.
I haven't learned how to arrive;
I've just learned how to keep going.
Killeen Texas! The Greatest Place Ever!
Did I mention that I hated Fort Valley? Not that Fort Valley was a bad place but I never fit in. I did not have a lot of friends growing up. I was light skin with a cleft chin and my middle name was Lopez, so I was always asked if I was Mexican. This was a small town in the south, so everyone was either black or white. I was too light skin for some people and too dark for the other people. I did not have birthday parties or sleepovers. The only sport that my Gram would allow me to play until I got to Jr. High was baseball. I was sheltered and a frankly I was a cry baby all through elementary school. I was starting 6th grade which in Fort Valley was a part of Jr. High School. This was a rough year for your boy! My first day I remember thinking damn these some big ass kids. I swear that entire 8th grade class was all on steroids. I am talking about the girls too. I was this quiet awkward kid trying to be cool, but I had no swagger at all. Gram would not let me play footb
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