Girls who lack fathers are always searching for that male replacement. A figure to hold on to that shows them what its like to feel protected and loved. Often times, girls seek so hard to find that missing love that … Continue reading
As I’ve grown up, I realized that I seek a lot of attention. It’s not necessarily in a bad way but not necessarily in a good way either…
At a young age, I had to realize that life was not all peaches and cream. The death of my father came at a gradual shock for me.
I lived in my own sense of denial for the longest time. I would hear/read things about children growing up in single parent homes, the rapid rate of black kids growing up without fathers, and think to myself, how I felt so bad for those children.. And not once examining myself and realizing that those statistics were talking about me.
I contribute that to a few things:
1. Private School- all of my life I’ve gone to a private school. I never had a choice into where I wanted to go to school. Private School gave me a false sense of reality, because if you go to Private School and you’re not there on scholarship.. Your parents must be making some big bucks, right?!
2. My mom is a “Dr.”- My mom is a pharmacist. She received her PharmD when I was in the 3rd grade. She worked very hard to receive this title and in high school I worked very hard to try to make it known that you don’t have to feel sorry for me because I don’t have a dad.. Because my mom makes that money! Enough for my mom, my dad.. And your mom and dad too……. (Right)
3. I was told to keep home matters and home and not talk to anyone about issues at home- This was very difficult for me. After my dad died, my mom got very sick with lupus. She struggled with the disease into my college years. She receive a kidney my sophomore summer of college. However, all throughout grade school, my mom was in and out of the hospital. At times, she was so sick, I wasn’t sure if she would make it. My grandparents and aunts and uncles would help out in situations when she was in the hospital. They even told me not to tell anyone about our situation. So I just pretended everything was perfect but on the inside I was literally bursting at the seams. I wanted to tell anyone that would listen my story.. However, I couldn’t because I would fear getting in trouble.
My grades suffered. I didn’t have a lot of motivation. I tried to cover up these issues by making situations funny. I only however made myself into a joke.
I was never the skinniest or the prettiest. I had very very low self esteem. I was constantly picked on for the way I looked/talked/ dressed etc. I am still haunted by it everyday. I tried to deflect the way I felt about my image, by making jokes about it before anyone else could.. I guess that’s pretty common. I also tried so hard to get people to like me.. I would lower myself and become a “doormat.”
Having people like me, “be my friend” became my only goal. It’s something I still struggle with today. I have done things that I knew were not right or fair but agreed or let it happen, because I didn’t want to make the other person mad. I was amazed and truly am amazed how much I have allowed myself to be taken advantage of… But I didn’t have the courage to stand up to them.
Being this way has caused a lot of heartbreak. I have problems with trust, because it’s so easily been taken from me, because I have allowed it. For some reason I feel as though the person should know how they are treating me and realize its wrong.. But that has not happened yet…… Soooo I have to realize I need to stand up for myself.
I struggle with being abandoned. I am so afraid that I will be left in a relationship, that I feel as though I smother them.. And they end up breaking free..
I write this because these are my thoughts. I know that I am not perfect. I was not made to be perfect. I grew up thinking that I had to fake it until I made it.
I have made so many mistakes. Things that I can kick myself for doing/saying/thinking… But it’s all apart of growth.
I think it’s important and necessary to examine yourself. Self reflection is a powerful tool and something I feel we all forget to do.
I write this as an apology, a few words of encouragement, a thank you, a wish, a promise.
I am not a finished product, but realizing this is the first step of being a better person. Knowing where I have come from will help me better my future.
The recent verdict of the Trayvon Martin case has clearly sparked a lot of attention and divided the views of many.
We may never know what truly happened on that fatal night, but one thing we do know is another child lost their life due to gun fire.
While following this case, I was very angry that this quickly turned into an issue about race and not right and wrong. The media did an exceptional job to refer to Zimmerman as a WHITE Hispanic.. Making the issue of him shooting and killing Trayvon Martin, a black male an obvious hot button race issue.
As I read different articles and listened to different media outlets, I also became angry at the black community. I have noticed that black media tends to be bias and presents itself as a double standard. If George Zimmerman was African American, this would have never made news. If Trayvon would have been the killer, this would have never made news. Prominent members of the African American Community have made me upset, because it seems that when issues of race occur where African Americans are victims, that’s when they want to speak out the most. While many black children are killed everyday by their own race. While many black children are sent to jail. While many black children are raised fatherless. While many black children are taught this stupid double standard.
I was very disappointed when the verdict was announced the case of many African American “leaders” response. Such as telling us to riot or to kill Zimmerman. So much energy and hate geared towards one person when the energy could be used to fuel the real cause of gun violence and innocence.
What’s done is done. We can’t turn back time, we can’t change how things turned out. It’s sad that a child lost his life, a mother and father lost their son. We can change our responses to the fact that this is happening all the time.
It’s sad that this happens everyday and it doesn’t seem to be getting better. We are so quick to jump on race issues, when it should be people issues. We are so quick to call it a “hate crime” when the victim is black and the person who commits the crime is white, but when its the other way around.. “hate crime” seems to never be brought up.
So many innocent children have lost their lives of different nationalities to gun violence.
I just wish and hope that this world wakes up a realizes this. We can’t fight hate with hate. It seems that we are so quick to point fingers and can’t seem to look at our own selves in the mirror.
It seems as though African Americans want equality, but seem to build double standards that separate us. We are so quick to want racial reconciliation but for their to be reconciliation, BOTH races must reconcile.
I want their to be an awakening. All of the innocent need to have a voice. No matter the color.
We must work together. When we are so quick to divide ourselves, we can’t have peace. We can’t have kindness. It only pushes our progression as a nation back further.