FIGHT!
Fight! @shantellewrites Feb 9, 2026 I’ve been in Fight mode my whole life. Can I feel safe before my birthday tomorrow? My mom walked her 17-yr old self to the hospital in labor. I was born on the ‘fifth’ floor like “Hustle Man”. I was born with a dislocated arm, and my arm had to be pinned up to my opposite shoulder. My crib was in a drawer at my great uncle’s house. My ONE memory of him is years later, when he tried to get me beat for not greeting him when I walked into the kitchen at my great aunt’s house. That means my first home couldn’t have been great. I’ve got two slits above my pussy from a double hernia. That means as a baby I was left without comfort to cry so much, that my insides spilled out. I don’t remember any of this, but they say your body keeps score. My mom was the smartest in her electronics class, beating out all the middle-aged white men. That’s how she made the best of getting kicked out of highschool, when she became too pregnant. Those...
