My Drink

My Drink

Growing up Black you have many of the following conversations:
“Mom my stomach hurts.”
Mom: “Drink water.”
“Mom there is nothing to drink.”
Mom: “Drink some water.”
“I have a headache.”
Dad: “Drink water.”
“I think I broke my arm.”
Parents: “Drink water.”
Today my foot feels cramped and hurt, so I am guzzling water.

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