White teens dating older black men

We always felt halfway to a crime that we could never commit.

These were the days that he learned how to hold me when I cried.

She was looking to me for advice on raising a fatherless child, considering my firsthand experience. It was like that for a while—dismissing every suitor who resembled my father.

We rolled down the windows in her beat-up car and took in as much air as we could. Every black girl I knew was saying, “Get yourself a white man,” as though they were selling out quick.

We live together in a small studio in Chelsea, where we cook dinners and take showers.

We ask each other about dessert options and call each other good-looking even though we have gained weight.