Personal Narrative: My Life As An Angry, Middle-Class

Life as an angry, middle-class, African-American, female can have a plethora of disadvantages. I’ve experienced racism, gender inequality, and was restricted from different privileges all because of those “labels.” In this autobiography, I will discuss the social issues I have faced in my life through the procedure of connecting singular involvement with social organizations and one’s place in history. This is also known as the Sociological Imagination.

Before I was even born, I already was predestined with my status and class. My father, Nick, had come to America in ’91 and my mother, Vida, followed him 5 years after in ’96. They both came here as illegal immigrants, they had to struggle terribly hard just to survive in this country. It took almost 20 years for them to finally become U.S. citizens, and you’d think that after, life would be better for them. But it didn’t, they were bombarded with debts, divorce papers, payments, bills—basically everything that can go wrong in one’s life.
My mom had to work 7 different jobs just to barely make ends meet, so I hardly had any time to see her. The times of being left at home by myself made be really get deep into my thoughts. I promised myself that when I had kids I’d never make them feel lonely and unwanted; I promised myself that I’ll never put myself is such huge debt that working more than 2 jobs can’t fix; I promised myself to be the mother my mom never had, and will not blame my mom for anything she does because it was not her