I Am ASHA B.

"I always created my own narrative." Asha thought. She knew that becoming emancipated as a young teen after being given autonomy by her parents at a very early age meant she had to. Her brilliance bloomed early, reading by age three and skipping two grades to graduate high school at fifteen. By age fifteen she was a young mother with an infant, living with a grown man in a volatile relationship. As such, creating her own narrative was a given. Asha agreed to sitting with Cinnamon Black and telling her true story, the one she hadn't sanitized for public consumption. Until meeting the woman, author and publisher she admired immensely she was fine with half truths and lies but there was something about the honesty and boldness of the older woman, Cinnamon Black, that made her want to unburden her soul and free her spirit. She had informed Teddy Adams, her first lover and daughter's father she was going to unleash the truth. He assured her that at almost fifty eight to her fifty two he didn't give one damn, they were both living their best life. After he slashed her face and she shot him, he moved to Chicago and she to San Antonio but they had never fallen out of love or touch. She was a renown political journalist and Teddy owned several bars and night clubs. Her biggest challenge would be telling her daughter Breena, who she adored, the unvarnished truth. Breena knew about the early violence but had no idea of the years long association of her parents. Breena and Asha were very close and Breena didn't have a relationship with Teddy. Cinnamon assured her she would have to come completely clean before she would publish her. I guess it's time to tell them who Asha be... Asha giggled at how her own mind worked.