Dedicated to the girls in the 100 Heart Program at Fairfield High Preparatory School, this poem intertwined their motivational stories.
I flunked the first grade.
My mom on drugs, my father in love
with another being that wasn’t me
From then on I was blind, flunked everything.
I couldn’t see.
Fifth grade I learned what sex was
and I grew curious. Strange feelings were stirring,
growing hideous but mysteriously
making me feel good.
From then on in I became transformed.
I chose the path closest to the storm
because being blind led me not to see the
dangers of the world clearly.
But I wanted to be held dearly.
Magazines and models portraying
what I should’ve been,
what I could’ve been,
what I would’ve been, if I just put down the Cheetos
and ran 50 miles to nearest Maybelline store
since apparently I wasn’t born with it.
When you’re born Black,
you’re born with a short to-do list.
Sadly being loved didn’t make it to the end
that’s why I had to fall in love with a boy
who couldn’t even pretend
to say those three words like he meant it.
I waited hours even days for one worded text messages
thinking he was the one for me.
He was the one to hold me so dearly
but in reality, he’s held 27 others before me
having me think that I too was his one and only.
In 8th grade I became pregnant.
Education and learning seemed all too irrelevant.
All I had left was the regret
of a supposedly good night on a dented mattress
proving that I was just another one of his feel goods
on a scheduled list of many wont’s and woulds.
I was ruined.
Written By: Sunday Owens , Staff Writer, #mygirlsquad