Kimberly Smith resides in a rural slum located in Alabama, Birmingham with her mother.
In 1963 news was spreading fleetly of the civil right riots happening downtown to put an end to "Whites-only" lunch counters and segregation.
To come in terms wit...
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Mikey Wilson said he wanted to surprise me.
Once I asked what all this was about, all he replied with was "Be ready at 9 and look foxy y'know like you usually do"
I didn't know what that meant, still I listened and hopped in the shower calling mama up for some support.
"Where are you going anyways?" Mama leaned on the doorframe adjusting her apron, looking skeptical.
"Mikey said he had a surprise for me" I smiled, admiring my soft curves in the mirror,
"Enough about me I saw you, you've never looked so happy, you never looked that way since papa" I grinned, and mama shook her head as if remembering the night before.
"You really gotta keep your head out grown folks conversations child" She sidled up beside me, "This is the one"
Mama presented an earth toned dress with flower embroidery and a Grecian neckline.
"Thank you mama" I pecked her on the cheek ready to change when she set her hand on my shoulder, "Please, be careful"
• • •
"Where are we?" I asked suspiciously as Mikey pulled into the drive way of a dingy, dark house.
"You'll see" He leered, making me squirm in my seat.
