Brenda Clark:
CLASS OF 1988
Booker T. Washington Middle School 130Class of 1988
Baltimore, MD
Samuel Coleridge - Taylor Elementary School 122Class of 1984
Baltimore, MD
Brenda's Story
I just wanna have fun, no pressure. for the last time, I met someone from school, "What are you an astronaut, lawyer??!!" Alas, pressure, I don't know. I am just me, a normal, every day girl, who was handed the world, but had to turn it down because A Beautiful Mind started to fight against itself. But instead of ending my life or continuing to self defeat, I simply stepped away. It is my life afterall, so it was time to start living it. I don't want to be a hero, I just wanna be a free falling happy go lucky being. SO that is what I decided. With blessings from mommy I just decided I was all I needed and stepped outside of the box. And I have been living in a triangle eversince.
bon jovi meets pro wrestling; motley crue, metallica, and metal edge magazine meet girl from the projects
overprotected and sooo loved by my momma, so much so that now my man bears the brunt, 'cause I don't cook, clean, or nothing, I's just sit there and be cute and catered to...my only job, to clean the kitty litter box, as a girl I was:
happy to be different yet crying to belong
at ease and unapologetically different
alas! like adam and eve ate from the tree of knowledge and discovered they were naked; so was I too uprooted from my comfort zone
what do black inner city educators know? they just want to make a kid something, but don't they already realize we are something. uprooting kids out of the ghetto to put them in 'affluent' schools doesn't necessarily always make sense.
maybe we should try to improve what we have instead of making others seem 'better'. As momma would say we poor kids have the love of parents but not necessarily the funds; rich kids the funds but necessarily the time with moms and pops......Expand for more
so kids are cruel across the board, so would I rather be an oreo and fatso monster in my 'hood, or a loser and dork in suburbia? funny how I was hurt more by my own than any other race could...i am no edmund perry story but I have scars. but they say the ends justify the means, and so that too may be right.
I had my fun. and in the end, it is all about giving us a better life. the best education for the best jobs so we can be the best. ofcourse what they subconsciously want you to do also is give back to the community become super negro and so it is not necessarily a gift, an opportunity to do better, but a burden, a burden I was not about to bear.
And there lies the great irony. I never had a bad life. I never knew I was poor. I never had it like that so what was I trying to conquer or change? Not a thing. I am too strange for my own good, but at least I found someone who accepts all of me. My insanity, my offbeat ways, my uproarious sense of self, and grandious ways.
i fault no one...what happened made me the beauty I am today. I put so many through the ringer and I am sorry, but I am so blessed. God let me wallow in the river but not get wet. Even in the midst of my insanity HE, in the name of his son, Jesus, loved and protected me. and now that momma is in heaven, my man of eight years protects me, and loving me is not easy. it is not easy yet worth every moment. in the middle of all of this some mental cancer crept in, tried to destroy me, but God's love conquers all...
"...SO UNDERSTAND, DON'T WASTE YOUR TIME ALWAYS SEARCHING FOR THOSE WASTED YEARS.
FACE UP, MAKE YOUR STAND, AND REALIZE YOU'RE LIVING IN THE GOLDEN YEARS..." - Iron Maiden
Here's to living for the moment- _ _ _
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