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The life of Ms. Densiha
Ms.Denisha is a 25 year old single black woman. She's hired to work as a secretary of one of the boss of the company is very cold-hearted and ruthless, little did she know what she sign up to.
My early life
So my name is Denisha, I just turn 25. Still single. I still have never dated anyone yet. My biological parents couldn't take care of me and send me to the adoption care. It makes no sense when I think about. If you know you can't take care of a child financially, then don't have any kids till you're financially stable. But that was not the case with my parents. For me it seems like my mother just open her legs to my father and got pregnant with me and was like "oops, I can't take of this child, so I'm going to send her to the adoption care." You might be thinkin "you should be glad that she didn't abort you instead", all I can say that I wish she would. Then I was adopted two white parents. They treated me like I was their own child. My adopted mother couldn't have any kids. They tried to protect me from all the negative influence out there, until was working until I reached high school. It was an all white school. Like I was the only black person there. It was terrible. The white kids there kept asking stupid questions. Like this white girl came up to me and ask me "Is that your real hair." At first the first thing that I image to do was strangling her and pulling her hair, thank God I didn't do that because I could have been in jail by now. Like if you don't have nothing to say, then don't say it. What made me mad the most is when this white dude came up to me during lunch time, when I was a senior in high school and he was like "Why does your skin look like burn toast?" I was like "it's called melanin, Larry! He was like "my name is not Larry." And I was like Larry, Derick, Erick, Connor, Chase, whatever your name is, you all look alike anyways." At that time I said the whitest white guys name I could think of. I didn't have any friends. All of them thought I was weird, strange, and nerdy. I can't blame them or get mad at them for that because I am weird, strange, and nerdy. In my room, the walls are covered with pictures of hot and sexy guys. I have a pillow of this handsome guy name Trevon Martin Robinson. I'm was obsess with him and I'm still obsess with him. He's this black business man, his net worth is 800 million. He's so nice and handsome. He donated 100 million do the charity. Like I literally dream of getting married with him and having little black children with him. My adopted parents didn't really think I was weird, they thought it was natural for a girl to have a crush on someone.
My early life
So my name is Denisha, I just turn 25. Still single. I still have never dated anyone yet. My biological parents couldn't take care of me and send me to the adoption care. It makes no sense when I think about. If you know you can't take care of a child financially, then don't have any kids till you're financially stable. But that was not the case with my parents. For me it seems like my mother just open her legs to my father and got pregnant with me and was like "oops, I can't take of this child, so I'm going to send her to the adoption care." You might be thinkin "you should be glad that she didn't abort you instead", all I can say that I wish she would. Then I was adopted two white parents. They treated me like I was their own child. My adopted mother couldn't have any kids. They tried to protect me from all the negative influence out there, until was working until I reached high school. It was an all white school. Like I was the only black person there. It was terrible. The white kids there kept asking stupid questions. Like this white girl came up to me and ask me "Is that your real hair." At first the first thing that I image to do was strangling her and pulling her hair, thank God I didn't do that because I could have been in jail by now. Like if you don't have nothing to say, then don't say it. What made me mad the most is when this white dude came up to me during lunch time, when I was a senior in high school and he was like "Why does your skin look like burn toast?" I was like "it's called melanin, Larry! He was like "my name is not Larry." And I was like Larry, Derick, Erick, Connor, Chase, whatever your name is, you all look alike anyways." At that time I said the whitest white guys name I could think of. I didn't have any friends. All of them thought I was weird, strange, and nerdy. I can't blame them or get mad at them for that because I am weird, strange, and nerdy. In my room, the walls are covered with pictures of hot and sexy guys. I have a pillow of this handsome guy name Trevon Martin Robinson. I'm was obsess with him and I'm still obsess with him. He's this black business man, his net worth is 800 million. He's so nice and handsome. He donated 100 million do the charity. Like I literally dream of getting married with him and having little black children with him. My adopted parents didn't really think I was weird, they thought it was natural for a girl to have a crush on someone.
