Angela M. Wright
Who am I?
Who am I? Wouldn't you like to know! I am merely a willing vessel aiming to be a bridge between generations and families. A bridge that closes the gap between abuse and our children. A bridge that brings understanding and forgiveness into the hearts of man. As well as a bridge to reconnect, revive, and restore the foundations of community in forgotten areas of the five boroughs of NY.
My Desires
It is my desire to positively intervene in a young person's life. I know what it is to be broken and still trying to live. I've been forced to ignore and suppress many situations that have been traumatic for me. I still spoke to people after they've taking advantage of me and I went on like it never happened. I walked around in shame because of decisions I made as well as circumstances I really had no control over. I've loved people who only manipulated, made fun of, and criticized me. People noticed, laughed, and talked about my behavior but never addressed why I was doing the things I was doing. That's why this organization was created, for people just like me. I want to not only address the behavior but to also get down to the root causes of why our youth are behaving in the manner they are behaving in. I wish to heal our youth one wound at a time. I mentor and guide to save another from falling into the cracks of the system. I wish to be to someone who I needed when I was younger. I aim to be a voice to the voiceless, a friend to the friendless, a hope to the hopeless, and a beacon of light in the midst of the darkness.
My Brothers K33p3r INC.
Though I am passionate about making a difference in the life of a young person and their families, I can not do it alone. I need your help! Help me make a difference in this generation, in the family structure, in the community, and in the world. Help me get the message across to our young people that it doesn't matter how your life began or where you come from. All that matters is what you do now. You can have a clean slate and fresh start. It's not too late to change. It's not too late to begin again. It's not too late to chase your dreams. Just because you're where you are doesn't mean you have to stay there. You can make it and you don't have to do it alone. I am here. I am My Brothers' K33p3r!
A Word From Our Founder
Why I started this Organization
When I was younger I was placed in foster care because my biological mother was a heavy drug user and my biological father was murdered when I was two years old. My 17 year old maternal aunt legally adopted and raised me. I never knew I was adopted. But when I was accidentally told that I was adopted by my maternal grandmother, I was shocked and hurt. I felt like my whole life was a lie. Everyone around me knew more about me than I did about myself. I didn't know who I was. I didn't know where I belonged. I began rebelling and running away. I joined a gang and started doing things that gang members do. It wasn't long before I ended up in different juvenile detention centers and group homes. These included Tryon Girls, Hawthorne Cedar Knolls, Cross Roads, Spofford/Bridges, and even Rosie's Place. I met men who claimed they loved me but just wanted to capitalize off of what I had to offer. I was on a downward spiral. I was homeless for a time. I use to ride the trains from the first to the last stop just to catch up on some rest. I use to try to break day with friends because I had nowhere to go at night. I even had to sleep on park benches a time or two. I was all alone. It seemed to me that no one cared and I couldn't find any one to help me if there wasn't any benefits in it for them. I had low self esteem and felt like I didn't fit in anywhere. I believed that no one cared about me and wouldn't care if I was dead or alive so why should I? My thought process was how could someone else want or love me if my own mother didn't? I was a reject. A throwaway. I was the undesirable one. I was nobody's baby. I battled with the spirits of rejection and isolation for about 29 years. I carried around feelings of inadequacies, always feeling like I wasn't good enough, I was incapable of doing, and had nothing to offer. Growing up, I was told I'd never be anything, that I was just another statistic, and that all I was good for was laying on my back. I was called loser, big nose, four eyes, and ugly. That was just from family. Peers told me I was a part of the itty bitty titty committee, I had big drunken/sleepy looking eyes, and was too skinny. I've become accustomed to hearing these negative things and I believed all that was said about me. This is what I believed birthed my nonchalant attitude. I didn't care about anything. I numbed all my emotions except one, anger. I was angry about everything and at everyone. I lashed out at the world. I lived life on the edge and didn't care because I never thought I'd live to see 21 years old. But thank God that He has the final say. Not only did I make it to see 21, here I am 11 years after that with my life submitted and committed to God. It is only recently that I became free from it all. My passion is fueled from my past. I wish to be to someone who I needed when I was younger. That's why this organization is here. To tell and show people just like me that you are not alone. I'm here for you. I care for you. I won't let you slip and I won't let you fall. I'll lead you, I'll guide you. I'll advocate for you. You don't have to do it alone and you don't have to go through it alone. I am My Brothers K33p3r!