![]() ![]() ![]() People poured out their love and support in the form of gifts: a bed and a mattress, dishes, a desk-before I moved in I had all of the basic furniture I would need for my new life. In Cup’s story she struggled with self worth, which was an ongoing, but decreasing, struggle of mine as well. I was blessed in ways Cup was not: a black woman who had, by large margins, avoided the life Cup and many other black women are subjected to. Both of my parents, my brother, and my cousin moved me into my Jamaica Plain apartment. My pursuit of a Master’s Degree in Publishing & Writing was underway and Cup’s story kept me grateful. Sixty pages in or so, I had moved into my first apartment in a brand new city. From there, Cup’s life seems to get away from her as she prostitutes, drinks, abuses drugs and even joins a gang-all before her 18 th birthday. At only 11, Cup is introduced to the concept of “business” arrangements with older men when she meets a prostitute on her first run away from her primary foster home. Cupcake’s story starts when she finds her mother dead of an apparent seizure, her and her (for many years estranged) brother, Larry, are soonafter ripped from the arms of the only family they know (their father who they find out is not their biological father) and forced into the foster homes where Cup is subjected to rape and abuse. ![]()
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