“MISEDUCATION”

Woke up this morning to my father climbing into my bed. He said “I blessed you with food and a bed. Now it’s my turn to be fed.” Left home feeling worthless. Trying to get focused. At school, serenity finds me. Hiding the shame. smiling to keep sane. “hell is inflicted on me.” My teachers bid me farewell.” Until next year “ is my reward for being here.

Left school feeling bounded. Bounded by the urine decorated elevators in my building. Bounded by the kids who roam the streets at night searching for HOME. Bounded by the mothers on the block searching for the next crack pipe. Bounded by the statistics and racist stigma placed on BLACK PEOPLE . Bounded by the chains of imperfect flaws. Bounded by the insecurities of other black women ....SOCIETY and fabricated history of black people taught US we are our own enemy.

The miseducation of MY people created a generational curse that is steadily brewing. Brewing like the hate cooking my mother’s liver . “ I look at YOU and see your father’s figure. “ she continues, “we have the same attitude. “That’s why your father couldn’t ever bond with you.” Her honesty becomes a declaration of my true identity ....... “I represent that demonic generational curse.” mom, this is the issue that lies between you and Me.”

Haunted by my father who openly scarred my mother. Remember,God DIDNT create your marriage in vain. Bounded by the whistles of the past. I learned a hard lesson “good things never last. “

My story is over. Time to silently weep. Tomorrow shall be repeated. Woke up this morning to my father climbing into my bed, “I blessed you with food and a bed. now it’s my turn to be fed.” miseducated and worthless.