Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Courage

colorful and blind to ignorance
inclined to speak loudly in small places
we whisper in the crowd

justice knows not the sunlight
warmth can never touch the muddy waters
dreams do oblige the stint

in desperation --
tensions build and the cords snap
life outweighs its enemies

Friday, August 9, 2013

Unbeatable

I used to beat myself but now I push myself
encourage myself and uplift myself
to become something better than myself
to take myself away from my old self
to magnify my new self
I've created a new image
never to knock myself down again
cry a little but smile again
scream a little but speak soft again
contain myself but speak up again
never to knock myself down again
I stay strong like im ready at all times
like right now is always the right time
cause tomorrow is too late it's the wrong time
tomorrow will back me up not move time
ahead or with progression,
yet I still have time to reflect and promise
that I'll never knock myself down again
I'm unbeatable. I fight to win.

The Evolution

You remember me.
When past times faded away
Though many visitors came and gone
I remained in the shadows
Lurking and preserving.

Tender moments were missed.
I was quirky at times
Often kissed by the breeze
Though the windows were gatekeepers
I learned to endure abandonment.

Still I evolved gracefully.
The blunders that ran down my cheek
Were so beautiful, though I couldn’t see
But now I see the error in my ways--
The character that must step aside and lose.

But look at you now.
So elegant and triumphant!
Like the leaf on the concrete when the wind blows
Prosperous in every stumble and stride
Dreams are but one gasp away from your destiny.

I cannot say where you are going.
God knows though
The visitors that you will impress on
The glimpse of hell or the glisten of heaven’s floor
I just pray you remember me
When life makes you choose your destiny.

It Was Not For Death

It was not for death he breathed life
Immaculate peace he promised during cold nights
I am convinced he envisioned more
So much more of you Lord,
I seek abundance in a dry and thirsty land
All I need is in your hand.
My pores seep blood on my dying bed
I had disregarded what he said—
About His word becoming flesh
He said I will never thirst again
He meant it when he said it
Lord, I need a bandage
To heal my scars from a carnal mind
I hope it’s not half past time
It was not for death he spoke life
A prolific journey of holy conversation
I am like David in the midst of jubilation.
God is the curve in my lips
He is the belt on my hips
God Is, yes He is—
The very one I call my friend
He is my keeper when I sin
And I keep him so deep within
And outside surrounding this clay he molded
So I take this letter and fold it, hold it
Because he searched for me during the low times
It was not for death he breathed life

What Is Your Purpose?

I want to start off saying that God searches our hearts and he knows the mind of the spirit. (Romans 8:27) 1 Corinthians 2:9-12 tells us that our eyes cannot see, our ears cannot hear and we are not able to comprehend what God has in store for us. The only way we can know the will of God for our lives, and thus understand our purpose, is to walk in the spirit because God communicates with us only through the spirit because God is spirit.

Galatians 5:22-23 tells us the fruits of the spirit: Love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance. Of all these things the spirit gives life! These are things we all seek, but spend time finding other things to fill our void. (trust me I know) Romans 8:5 teaches us that we are of the spirit once we begin to mind the things of the spirit. Verse 6 goes on to tell us that to be carnally minded is death, but to be spiritually minded is life and peace. When we are carnally minded we are enemies of God and cannot please God. Only the people who walk in the spirit are children of God.

Therefore, God urges us to set aside our worldly desires and seek him; then, he will begin to uncover some of his mysteries—we will begin to understand his word and his will for our lives.
Let’s go further, Now Romans 8:28-30 clarifies some things.

1) God has a purpose for our lives, no doubt. We were predestined for some thing. (Now, some say "then where is free will?" Free will is- will you live for God or be an enemy of God? Once you chose to be a friend of God you agree to walk in your purpose.)

2) God’s desire is that we be conformed to the image of Christ. God wants us to walk like, talk like and live like Christ; then, we can be sons and daughters of God and thus siblings to Christ.

3) Once we are called and receive our calling we go through a period where we are justified. To justify is to make right. This is important to understand because once we decide to live for Christ we go through a period of tribulation which is necessary to justify us so that we are prepared for the purpose he called us for.* The last sentence in verse 30 is “whom he justified, them he also glorified.”

God’s desire is to glorify us that we might glorify him. Verse 18 of Romans 8 assures us that our sufferings are not in vain, but that glory is to come!

Saints, we must endure. We must keep our minds on the kingdom and kingdom business. What has God called for you to do? Seek him and find out and keep him first. Do not care for the things of this world. Count your blessings with thanksgiving unto the Lord. Focus on him and the work that needs to be done for the kingdom.

There's no need to worry, he will supply our needs and give us the desires of our hearts♥ Philippians 4:4-9 & Luke 22:28-31 & John 4:31-38♥

Royalty

A child of the King, yes I’m Royalty
Laughing at my enemies, it’s a shame you hate the God in me
The fire in my bones means I’m never left alone
My holy comforter is better than your reliance on dro
And if that’s so, I was once a sinner, but now I’m set free
So glad I surrendered, because now I know life abundantly
A crown of gold on my brow, and favor on my sleeve—
It’s a wonder you don’t want to be a friend of me
Smirking on the sideline like I’m the minority—
You can’t defeat the Lord in me.
And in the end I’m sure you’ll see—
If God is for me, who can be against me?
I do hope that God will have mercy
I’m blessed, regardless of the schemes and traps you set before me
Victorious, because my God above adores me
And all your evil works out for me
Can you imagine having access to the throne?
He promised all that I ask I may own.
He said, “All your burdens leave them alone,
And I will touch you and make you whole.
I know, at one time, the night chilled your bones
And when you couldn’t sleep I heard your whimper and groans.”
In return he gave me peace, and joy is all I know
So in the meantime, while you can’t let go
And Satan’s content with you dying alone
I’ll be praying that God is magnified through all that we do
And it matters not my lifestyle doesn’t seem cool
I can tolerate your back as my footstool, and if that’s not pleasing
You can come along too, because the savior is reserving a room for all his children,
Even you.

Thursday, August 8, 2013

Reborn

By C. Monique Langston

Part I: The Day Ellie Found Her Mother

On the day that Ellie found her mother, she was elated—well, at first she was elated, but quickly her bliss was annihilated by the feeling of duplicity. Life had slapped her in the face again, but, this time, she was unaware of how she should feel, which aggravated her even more. Even worse, as she looked at Jesse Palmer with bulging eyes, Jesse looked back suspiciously.

"Why is this little girl staring at me?" She thought. Jesse had never seen this little girl before in her life. Not that she knew a whole lot about her life, because most of that was a mystery, too, and Jesse resented that. Maybe she’s the daughter of an old colleague. Jesse continued in her thoughts.

“Mom?”

“Is that your mother?” Ellie’s friend chimed in.

That’s not my child. Jesse hesitantly replied within herself. If I had a child, I’d know it.

Immediately, Jesse turned around and started to walk the other way. As a matter of fact, she ran. When she got to her car, she called her husband. “Brent, I was just in the mall. I ran out.” She paused to catch her breath. “Some girl told me that I’m her mother. Is that true?”

“No, that’s not true, baby. Don’t you think we’d know if we had a child?”

“I guess so.” She replied inquisitively. “But she seemed pretty convinced. I can’t imagine that a mistake like this is common.”

“Well, did she look anything like you?” Brent replied flippantly.

“I didn’t really have time to notice. She startled me and I ran. So much of what I know about myself is what you tell me. That leaves me guarded.”

It was true. Jesse was guarded and more timid now. She didn’t know that she was once an audacious, charming, and, often, outspoken woman. As a matter of fact, to her daughter, Ellie, Jesse didn’t seem like her normal self. 2 years ago, Jesse was the kind of woman that knew exactly who she was and where she was going. She was an independent contractor building her own practice from the ground up. She had clients who respected her ideas and valued her practitioner skills. Her clients knew that she was going to protect their image, because the only thing more important than her clients’ image was her own reputation for being efficient and accurate.

Jesse didn’t feel confident in much other than the relationship she had with her husband. They were close. He took good care of her and nursed her back to health after her accident. He made sure that she still shopped in Burberry and Louis Vuitton was no doubt her best friend. As far as Jesse was concerned, her name was Lisa Paige and she was a spoiled housewife.

On the day Ellie found her mother, Jesse was still orderly in her own way, except now she didn’t sense her own power. Before she ran away from her daughter, she meticulously closed the purse that she was rummaging through to find her credit card. She made sure to neatly place the Victoria Secret panties back on the table where she found them. If Ellie was convinced that she found her mother, it was because of that but that was it. There were no other signs.

Part II: Not My Mother

Ellie sat on the trunk of her 2012 Ford Fusion lying with her back against the rear window staring at the sky. The sun had set and it lit shades of purple, orange, and pink. The car sat in the middle of a grass field in York, PA not too far from where Ellie lived with her father and step-mother. Her boyfriend sat in the car with his seat laid back and he was searching the radio for music that would change Ellie’s mood from her gloomy state. He wanted her to be happy. He remembered clearly the day Ellie was told that she couldn’t see her mother anymore. Michael was there to help her father carry her out of the hospital. Her father had told them that her mother needed special care and that she was going to go somewhere to get the help she needed. Ellie never understood why her father couldn’t take her to see her mother. Chuck had the same excuse every time: “I don’t want you to have to see her that way. Remember your mother the way she was.” As far as Ellie knew, her mother was with her sister and she was taking care of Jesse full-time. Michael could see that same distress weighing down on Ellie’s brow just like he noticed before.

Michael turned up the volume so that Ellie could hear Anita Baker through the speakers. He opened the car door and walked to where Ellie was sitting. “You were doing so well. Please don’t let this incident bring you down. You miss your mother so much. I’m sure you just wanted to see her bad enough that you made yourself think that you did. Your mother would have come back if she was any better, and you know it.” Michael said sympathetically.

“Can you just take me home, Michael?” Ellie was frustrated and she wasn’t going to spend too much time trying to convince a person of what she knew was true.

“What did I do?” Michael asked her. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to upset you.”

“No, I’m not upset. I just need to speak to my father.”

“Well, what do you think that is going to do?

“I am going to force him to take me to see her. Don’t you think this is bizarre? I know that they never really got along, but keeping me from my mother is just wrong. I don’t care what shape she is in. She’s my mother and I need to be there for her. I need to at least know if that was her in the mall.”

“Okay.” Michael replied. When Michael pulled up to her house he wanted badly to go with her. She waved him away, though, and she made her way into her house and up to her father’s bedroom.

“Dad, can I come in?”

“What’s the matter? You look like you haven’t had such a great day.”

“I was in Virginia today.”

“Yea? What were you doing there?” This did not make Chuck worried at all because he had no clue where his ex-wife was. He just knew that she wasn’t with him and he was fine with that.

“What happened between you and mom? Why do you hate her so much?” Ellie thought about this question all day as her lead in. She hoped she could get some answers so that she could assess the situation a little better and do some investigating on her own.

“Why do you ask that? Teressa is your mother now, Ellie. I told you that your mother is in no shape to take care of you and your Aunt asked that I keep you here. You know we don’t know anything about her sister and you don’t need to be dealing with that drama.” Chuck was getting angry now. The last thing he needed was Ellie worrying about her mother and Teressa looking at him sideways. What Ellie didn’t know was that Chuck was having an affair with Teressa while he was still married to Jesse.

“I know. I understand, but—”

“What happened in Virginia, today?”

“Nothing, I just went to the mall. That was it.”

“Look Ellie, your mother was always busy. She never really had time for us. I know that was your mother, but whether she’s here or not you still wouldn’t have the kind of mother you need.” Chuck was right. Jesse loved her daughter, but she was one of those selfish mothers who loved her career just a little bit more. More enough that she worked late, forgot important engagements, and spent most of the time she had with her daughter answering her phone and typing on her keyboard. But it didn’t matter. Ellie still loved her mother.

“I know dad. I’ll leave it alone.” And she did just that. Ellie left it alone, but, before she did, Teressa came running over to her with a concerned look and hugged Ellie tight.

“You’re going to be okay.” Teressa said sincerely, because she had no clue what had happened to Ellie’s mother. She was just happy that she had Chuck to herself.

“I know,” said Ellie. “But you’re still not my mother.” At that, Ellie walked away and Teressa looked over at Chuck and cut her eyes. Jesse was still getting in the way of Teressa’s happiness.

Part III: I Dare You to Leave Me

After Jesse spent some time thinking and searching within herself to look for the child she lost, she found some evidence. She knew it was too strange to be a lie. She didn’t know why she was so trusting before, but for the first time she was determined to see her medical records and find out who she was. From what Brent said, she was a Public Relations practitioner who grew tired of consulting anyway. She was a sister who never liked not being the only child. On the bright side, she was a good friend—loyal and trust worthy. Brent and Jesse had known each other since grade school and both never really kept in touch with anyone from home. It wasn’t that Jesse was too good for them; they were just too different. Jesse was going places and she had no time for anyone holding her back. After the accident, Brent took Jesse home with him to Alexandria, VA and told her that her name was Lisa and encouraged her to make new memories with new friends. This was easy to do since Jesse never really had time for making or keeping friends before her accident. Her new friends, Raelyn and Nicole, had been more than she could ask for.

“Lisa. What is that? What does it say?” Raelyn asked anxiously.

“It says my name is Jesse.” Jesse was taken aback. Her husband never mentioned any of these things to her and she couldn’t understand why. Raelyn looked over at her, stunned.

“What!” Nicole had just about enough. “Do you even know Brent?”

“Yes, we knew each other in grade school. I have pictures.”

“I’m confused.” Raelyn sat on her living room floor scratching her head in disbelief.

“This says here that you are from Hanover, MD and you were in a car accident.” Nicole said.

“Yea, I know. The car accident I’m aware of, but I have no clue what I was doing in Hanover.”

“It also says you’re 39 years old, is that true?” Raelyn interrupted.

“Yes that’s true. I am aware of how old I am Rae.”

“I’m just making sure. All of this is beginning to be kind of weird.” Raelyn responded.

“I know.” Jesse answered. She was not really present in the conversation. Jesse looked down at the carpet and fell into a stupor.

“What are you going to do now?”

She woke up. “I don’t know. I have no clue. I need to go find my daughter. I can’t believe I have a daughter and she was with me and now I have no clue where she is.”

“Calm down. Everything will be alright.” Nicole comforted her.

“I’m a horrible mother. I saw my child and I didn’t even notice her. She looked so hurt and so broken. I probably destroyed her life.” Jesse was convinced that she had to do something. She couldn’t tell Brent because he hadn’t been honest with her thus far. She was going to go back to Hanover and talk to people in her neighborhood to find out what she didn’t already know.

Later on that day as Jesse was packing a Louis Vuitton suitcase, her husband came walking through the bedroom door. “Where are you going, babe?”

“I have to go; I have somewhere that I need to be.” Jesse said calmly. There was no sign in her voice that she was disturbed in anyway.

“Okay, fine. Where is it that you’re going?” Brent paused. There was no answer.“This is last minute. Why didn’t we talk about this? It doesn’t look like you’re going to be back any time soon by the size of that suitcase.” Brent suddenly found himself panicking, but he didn’t let it show. “Is everything okay? Do you want me to go with you?”

“I’m fine. I’m just taking a trip with my girlfriends. We’re going to Maryland for a while to see some of their old friends.” Jesse knew that would drive him crazy. “Come on babe, I dare you to leave me alone for a couple of days. I’ll be fine. I’m feeling a lot better and I’m ready to start having some fun.” Jesse smiled and walked to the bathroom where her toiletries were packed in a makeup bag.

“Lisa, before you go, I have something that I need to tell you.”

“What is it?” She asked, not expecting what she’d hear next.

“That girl was your daughter. At least, it’s possible that she could have been.” Jesse stopped what she was doing and looked at him. He explained that what he did was for her protection. After Brent unlocked a box he kept in his closet and pulled out some papers, he handed the papers to Jesse and asked that she come back after she finds her daughter.

“You probably don’t like me right now, but after you go home and see your daughter, you’ll understand why I did it.” Brent had a point. If he didn’t take Jesse away and give her a new life, he wasn’t sure what would become of her. Chuck was crazy and he seemed like he’d do anything to have things his way. As a matter of fact, he did all that he could to keep Jesse out of his and his daughter’s life. Brent was going to let her go, but he was not going to be too far behind.

Part IV: Reborn

When Ellie saw her mother again, she turned away and looked back. She wanted to make sure that she wasn’t dreaming. This time, her mother didn’t look afraid or clueless; instead, Jesse was determined and it was evident.

“Mom?”

“I believe you are my daughter.” Jesse responded. She didn’t know what else to say. She had practiced her lines over and over again until she thought she had the perfect introduction, but she had long forgotten the words once she looked into her daughter’s eyes.

“I know you’re my mother. The question is why don’t you know who I am? What happened? Where is Aunt Renee?”

“Who? We haven’t spoken in years as far as I know. I think that we should go have a talk with your father.” Now, Jesse looked afraid. She didn’t know Chuck, but she was aware of how much he hated her. She had no clue what she had done to him or why he was so determined to keep her from her child. Brent had warned her of his threats and Jesse had insisted that she was going to do whatever she had to do to know her daughter.

“Stay right here.” Ellie commanded. She couldn’t be sure of what her father would do after he heard the news, or, better yet, what she would do to him for what he had put her through the last 2 years.

“Dad, can you come outside.”

“Yea, sure. What’s wrong? Can you hold on for a second?”

“No, I can’t. It’s important.” Before she knew it, Teressa was standing outside on the porch staring at her mother as if she were disgusted and shocked all at once. “Do you two know each other?”

“We should let your father handle this.” Jesse said.

“You won’t be coming near my husband.” Teressa barked back.

“Excuse me ma’am, but I don’t know what you’re talking about or who you are.” Jesse replied. She could feel her hands shaking a little bit and she was hoping that the woman wouldn’t come any closer to her. The woman’s intentions didn’t seem good. Just then Teressa started walking closer.

“Jesse? What are you doing here?” Chuck couldn’t believe his eyes and he was angry that Brent had broken the deal that they made. “Teressa, get back here. Now!”

Teressa started crying and ran into the house.

What the hell is going on here? Jesse wondered within herself.

“Dad. Why don’t you look surprised? Mom did when she first saw me, what’s wrong with you? What did you do to my mother?” Ellie was upset, she was crying and yelling and at any minute she would pass out if she didn’t get answers soon.

“I told Brent to keep you away from here! Get off my property. Ellie is not your responsibility anymore!” Chuck just about lost his temper. He was appalled at the nerve of her to come to his house, and he wondered how Brent knew where he was. “You go back and tell your husband that he better keep you away from my family or I will kill you.”

“Mom, what is going on? Dad, why are you saying these things?” Ellie was standing in between her parents. Her makeup was running down her face. Chuck hated to see his daughter crying, Jesse hurt inside for what she may have done in the past. Whatever she did, she knew her daughter didn’t deserve this.

Suddenly, Brent was seen flying down the one way road. He parked his car and jumped out. He ran up the steps and stood next to Jesse. “Chuck, tell her the truth. Tell your daughter why you sent her mother away and how she got into that car accident that caused her to lose her memory.”

At that moment, Chuck wished he hadn’t come outside without his gun. He was furious. Who the hell did Brent think he was? Chuck had paid him $20,000 to stay away from his family. He walked away and started walking toward house. “Ellie, get in the house.”

Brent whispered in Jesse’s ear, “We better not be here when he gets back.” He pulled Jesse with him and headed towards the car. He was not going to be there to see if Chuck was going to keep his word and kill the one woman he’d ever loved.

“Wait!” Jesse screamed. “What about my daughter? Ellie!”

Ellie stopped and turned around. She was furious with her father. The lies and the betrayal cut her deep. She knew her mother was never around before, but what if things were different now? She had to find out. Ellie pushed past her father and ran to the car with her mother and Brent. Teressa stood in the hallway pounding on Chuck’s chest. She thought he had gotten rid of her and she hated him for not doing what he had promised. “I thought you killed her!” All Chuck could think was why the hell he didn’t go outside with his gun.

In the car, Ellie was happy to be with her mother. Brent told her and Jesse everything that had happened. He told them about Chuck’s affair and Jesse’s neglect. He told her about Teressa and how she told Chuck to get rid of her so that she could be in his life. Finally, he told her about their childhood relationship and how they’d always been in touch. When he heard about the car accident, Brent rushed to the hospital to see her and ran into Chuck. Chuck said, if she lives, unless he takes her away and keeps her away, he’ll kill her for sure this time. He hoped that Ellie would find her mother later in life and he would explain everything then.

“I can’t believe I wasn’t there for you in the past. It just doesn’t seem like anything that I would do—Not Lisa anyway.” Jesse turned around and looked at her daughter sitting in the back seat behind Brent. “For some reason, I feel reborn. I feel like we can start over and I can be the mother you need me to be.”

Ellie felt good about that. She was tired of pretending like Teressa was her mother. “What are we going to do about dad?” After all he and Teressa put her family through, she wanted them to suffer.

“I don’t know, but it won't be good.

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Colorblind


By C. Monique Langston

It was a warm Thursday and the perfect day to play. It was nearly noon and I had just watched my great grandmother slice potatoes on her cutting board, which was placed on the kitchen table. Her hands, though not as strong as she once remembered them to be, were carefully cupping a potato as she peeled the skin with her paring knife. She sat in her chair concentrating on her effort to not prick her fingers or peel too much starch with the skin. I sat in the chair next to her watching her and admiring her gentleness and the love she put into preparing a meal for my great grandfather.

“Are you going to the playground today?” She asked. “If you are, pack a lunch for you and your brother.”

I opened the refrigerator door to find something good to eat when my great grandfather, ACE, walked into the living room to find me “wasting electricity and spoiling food” as he would say.

“Close the refrigerator door.” He insisted. “Figure out what you are going to eat before you go in there.”

“Okay.” I replied and obeyed, for ACE was known for having small patience for disobedience. “Can I make a bologna sandwich?”

“Go ahead.” He answered after he reached for a Pepsi can on the top, right-hand side of the refrigerator shelf. “You can have some grapes, too.”

“Thanks!” I exclaimed, because certain things were a treat at my great grandparents’ house. They expected certain things to travel with us such as food, clothing, and good behavior, but every once in a while he’d offer us a grape as he plucked them off the vine to store in a container. Other times, he’d hand us a strawberry if we just so happened to walk by him (not by accident, of course) while he was slicing a few on the kitchen counter.

I quickly prepared our lunch, shoved our food into one brown paper bag, and ran to the television just in time to watch my favorite show.

“You guys should hurry to the playground before the program closes. It’s closing soon isn’t it?” My grandmother asked.

“Lee, are you ready to go?” I called out to my brother. He was always running around somewhere doing something. “Go get your bike and I’ll grab your lunch.”

Before we knew it, we had raced our way to the playground on our bikes, spun on the merry-go-round a billion times, ate our lunch, and slid down the huge slide in the corner of the playground until we looked up and everyone was packing up their things and heading out.

The playground was about half a mile up the hill from my grandparents’ house, so we found our friends near the grounds and dispersed knowing that we would find each other again soon. I had a close friend named Elaine who would invite me to her house to play with her toys in her play room. She would invite me to dive into her pool and bounce on her trampoline. Her mother was so kind to me and always welcomed me back. Just the other day, Elaine and I had been walking up and down the road near our houses talking about failed plans that we made and how we would never make plans again, afraid that it would ruin our day or violate our expectations. We said that on the next day, we would get together and play it by ear.

“Hey, Elaine, what are you doing today?”

“I’m not sure. I think I have to go somewhere.” She answered kind of smugly.

“Well, do you want to meet up later? I’ll probably go hang with Darrell and Isaiah for a while until you get back.”

“Um, no, I don’t think so.” That arrogant expression etched in her face again, but this time I also noticed perplexity. “Tina said that I shouldn’t hang out with Black people anymore.”

Tina was another girl who lived in my neighborhood, and, come to think of it, we never played together. If we did, it may have been once and I definitely wasn’t allowed to her house. I never thought it strange before until that moment.

“What? What do you mean?”

I did not understand what she meant and I don’t think she understood either. My mind suddenly jumped to the O.J. Simpson trial, which was a huge deal about a year ago. I recalled that members of my family believed that he wouldn't be acquitted because he was a Black man.

“I’m sorry, I have to go.” Elaine, the first person I had ever called my best friend, a white girl with pretty blonde hair and a fun spirited personality like myself, a member of my community that I had grown to love and enjoy, turned her back and walked away from me.

Shortly after I lost my best friend, I called for my brother and we sped home. I didn’t cry, nor did I get angry. I questioned myself. I replayed the scene over and over again. I thought about the times I played in her house. I remembered the moments we laughed exhaustingly at something that probably didn’t deserve so much attention. I remembered my friend and wondered, ‘who would I play with now?’ Surely not any of my white neighbors, and I was the only Black girl my age in the community. Suddenly I had realized that I was different and I wondered why I never noticed before.

One day, not long after I discovered by Blackness and what it had meant to my friend, her disease spread in my mind to the rest of the community and I became suspicious of them all. I was wondering who was looking at my Blackness when I walked up and down the street and what did my Blackness mean to them. I questioned how the other Black boys in my community had overcome this plague, if they did at all. I found myself lying on my great grandmother’s lap soaking her royal blue flower dress with tears asking her, “What makes me different?”

“When I was in High School, a White girl and I were best friends.” My grandmother began. “We would study together and eat lunch together, but on the day of graduation when I approached her to say goodbye, she had acted like she didn’t even know me.”

I looked at my grandmother in awe. Partially, I was sad because I imagined the emotions that my grandmother had encountered, but on the other hand I was confused about why her friend had turned her back on her. “Why did she do that grandma?” I questioned earnestly.

“Well, baby. That’s just the way it is.”