I always saw life as somthing that should be cherished and although I never had much I knew I always had what I need,atleast thats what my grandmother would say. I love my grandmother very much she's so wise,my personal Mya Angelou and after my mother went to jail Grams was always there. I was more then happy to move in with Grams she lived alone in a brownstone in Brooklyn,New York right near Malcom X Blvrd...Malcom X,you mention that name to a black person they picture stability and strength you add Blvrd and they picture guns,gansters,and pimps. I hate walking around the corner to that place and being called by men old enough to be my daddy and boys young enough to be my brother.
It frightends me that one of those boys could possible be my brother but fear is somthing that I never exude it needs be kept inside where it belongs. Here the people feed off fear;the fear of having your house broke into, the fear of being raped, the fear of being killed. Despite these thing I still rep my city like no other and am proud that God gave the oppertunity to experience this life.
I also give credit for all those cat calls to my parents I am a spitting image of my mother and how my father use to look. Altough Iam short ,standing at 5'3 I have vulumbtus curves,with dark brown eyes that melt into my dark chocolate skin,short black hair like that of Laura Winsloe, and my lips are the highlight of my face. Through generations woman of my famlie are popular for thier walk and its somthing that isnt tought but more so inherated. I would hold my mothers hand and take notice of how men would watch her walk so I would follow her lead and soon at thirteen, when I hit puberty, boys aswell as men took notice of me.
However,Im not focused on that Im focused on gradution. Its my senior year at Timthytone High School and Ive been working very hard at keeping my grades up. Its not quite the middle of the year yet but I still feel like Im running out of time.