BEE STING

I learned a lesson that made me think about how the world can be 

sometimes you have to get stung in order to learn that it hurts 

to the push and all the tuff loves only prepares you for a world who has no MERCY

Feeling like the black community is only good for failure,violence ,and still getting nowhere but backwards  

and when we do get a black pen in our hands

only to have to much power to our 

outside image instead of the knowledge that is needed to be used to rise for a living  and maintain it not up and lose it 

my mom gave me that sting of life

that only made my skin tougher  to show anyone and everyone

that I'm an African American women who is educated to succeed as an independent young lady 

To walk in a class of white people and be able to handle my own 

 talk the talk and walk the walk 

not for them to look at me and think what am I doing here but say that I belong here 

I dress the part and also have the knowledge that backs me up 

to not get passed down but being good enough to stay in place 

to have a career not a dead beat job but being a professional 

the yelling about my grades and how I continue to work myself to receive ALL A's 

To stand up in front of a stage being the 1st African American in student council for 6 years 

vice president at that 

To be CHARGER OF THE YEAR for my 7th and 8th grade year

out of 700 students I got chosen 

to stand out from a crowd and show this world that I can do anything I put my mind to

and I'm not going to let where I am from

effect where I'm trying to go

I refuse to stop or pause or give up until I reach my goal to become that teacher or writer to build myself

not  to settle for 70% enough to get by but 110% I made it and still have something left to fall back on 

It takes that sting from life to show me that it hurts

and in order to prevent the hurt I have to guild myself in a safe environment 

 I might be 14 but I think I'm almost there