Personal Narrative: Placid Jermaine

They call me placid Jermaine, but really I’m not. There’s nothing peaceful or calm in my mind I’m actually very opinionated. I’m constantly thinking and wondering about things. Growing up an African American teen in Lafayette, Virginia the odd of success were against me. My whole life I’ve been around small-minded bigots which are noxious mentally to be around. They’re telling me the only way I would ever make it in life is if I played sports or if I sold drugs just because of the color of my skin. I have no idea why people like that have to be so knotty. My mother would always give me the best advice with dealing with a person like that. She told me there’s numerous amount of small-minded people in the world just prove them wrong so you
can leave them speechless Mama is always right like they say.. I really love her with all my heart. I would do anything for her I just want to make her proud and be that son to tell their parents in the future I got you. You can quit your job. Growing up I always complained about how we do not have anything and about us living in the struggle but one day I was walking around my neighborhood and I noticed how the kids u