You Would Think A White Chick And A Brown Chick Can Walk Together

I grew up in an upper class neighborhood, far away from the east side. In college I met Bea, from the east side on a needs based scholarship. We got along and ended up sleeping together.

When I visited her family I was so marginalized because of my background. I was called rich bitch and why was I messing with Bea.

For three years I put up with their shit. I told Bea she was coming with me and we were going uptown. She's uncomfortable around money, and rich bitch people. It affects our love life. Tit for tat, when I'm around her kind I'm not that lovey dovey either.

I want to run away with her, maybe the west coast. Someplace where a couple of ladies can fit in. I'm tired of being looked at as fun time material by her people, and my people look down on her.