Be a Victim or Be Victorious? Which one do I choose? Growing up I often wondered why me? What did I do to deserve my situation and/or circumstance? My beginnings of course were not humble or even calm. I was a product of the ghetto, projects, streets or whatever you want to call it. You name it I can claim it. I was first molested when I was 6 and suffered that abuse until I was 8 or 9. Because this was all done by a female family member I suffered through an awful identity crisis. You question everything about yourself and trust is damn they’re non-existing. I was escorted home at night by rats the size of cats, and let me not forget my bedtime music of gunshots or sirens depending on the day of the week. In school life was no better. My mother was then a single mother of 3 and taking care of her siblings and their children as well. We lived in a 3-bedroom house. My clothes we giving to me by the Salvation Army or purchase from the goodwill or other thrift stores. As crazy as it may seem, through it all my childhood was fun. I stayed outside or listening to music it was my solace and still is to this day. Fortunately for us our mother met my stepdad who eventually moved us to Virginia Beach for a change of scenery. Yeah us! I knew this would be the change I needed to jump start my life. I turned 18 ready set college bound. I was in a long distance relationship with my first love, happy finally. He was going to be the one I gave myself too. That thought was short lived. I went out with a friend and ended up being date raped. At this point I started to just exist. What more could happen to me? And of all people why me? Haven’t I endured enough? I felt so lost and alone. I began to believe I was cursed. It wasn't until I started to do some internal cleansing that I discovered that I wasn't then and will not be now a victim. I started to pick apart all the situations that plagued me and research them one by one. I read several books such as; Whatever Happened to Daddy's Little Girl, No Secret No Lies, Life Lessons for my Sisters, and The Goddess Black Woman. It was at that point that I learn that although I couldn’t control the situation that happened to me, I dictated whether or not I would let them define me. I am in control of my environment/universe. Its was at this point that I stopped being the Victim and started to become Victorious! Be Victorious!

Be a Victim or Be Victorious? Which one do I choose?  Growing up I often wondered why me?  What did I do to deserve my situation and/or circumstance?  My beginnings of course were not humble or even calm.

I was a product of the ghetto, projects, streets or whatever you want to call it.  You name it I can claim it.  I was first molested when I was 6 and suffered that abuse until I was 8 or 9.  Because this was all done by a female family member I suffered through an awful identity crisis.  You question everything about yourself and trust is damn they’re non-existing.  I was escorted home at night by rats the size of cats, and let me not forget my bedtime music of gunshots or sirens depending on the day of the week.  In school life was no better.  My mother was then a single mother of 3 and taking care of her siblings and their children as well.  We lived in a 3-bedroom house. My clothes we giving to me by the Salvation Army or purchase from the goodwill or other thrift stores.  As crazy as it may seem, through it all my childhood was fun.  I stayed outside or listening to music it was my solace and still is to this day.

Fortunately for us our mother met my stepdad who eventually moved us to Virginia Beach for a change of scenery.  Yeah us! I knew this would be the change I needed to jump start my life.  I turned 18 ready set college bound.  I was in a long distance relationship with my first love, happy finally.  He was going to be the one I gave myself too.  That thought was short lived.  I went out with a friend and ended up being date raped.  At this point I started to just exist.  What more could happen to me? And of all people why me?  Haven’t I endured enough? I felt so lost and alone. I began to believe I was cursed.

 It wasn't until I started to do some internal cleansing that I discovered that I wasn't then and will not be now a victim.  I started to pick apart all the situations that plagued me and research them one by one.  I read several books such as; Whatever Happened to Daddy's Little Girl, No Secret No Lies, Life Lessons for my Sisters, and The Goddess Black Woman.  It was at that point that I learn that although I couldn’t control the situation that happened to me, I dictated whether or not I would let them define me.  I am in control of my environment/universe.  Its was at this point that I stopped being the Victim and started to become Victorious!