Experiencing “Black Sundays” are what has influenced who I am. Waking up that Sunday morning, to the harmonies of my granny’s loud Gospel music, the pungent smell of bleach, or the sweet lemon scent of Pine Sol has immeasurably affected my life, and the person I’ve grown into. Growing up in a predominantly black neighborhood has never altered how I’ve seen success, but it has made me aware everyday I stepped outside that to get to my success I had to work harder than the average suburban-raised child everyday, because of America’s statistics. Aside from the neighborhood that I grew up in, residing with my grandmother for half of my life has made me see my life in a different light. I never saw things in a “today’s” perspective, it was always
