Heartache 101
First class of the day, Heartache 101. Stepping into the room, today chairs are
moved into a circle. In capital letters on the board , it reads "Confessions".
Boy I swear I hate those days.
Don't get me wrong, I love sharing stories to my peers. But those kids spill
out excuses of why "life hates them", when really they hate life.
Bell rings. Circle begins. After twenty minutes, two students have already
gone pass, and I'm next.
Stand up. Take a deep breath. And pill it.
Good morning. My name is Mariah. My confession is that I've always dreamed of
having someone that could relate to what I relate, hear how I hear, and see how I see.
A little time way back when, in a relationship, I thought the whole package included
mind, body, and soul. I was young and dumb I admit, mostly body. Once that happen,
yeah it gave him pleasure, but what did it give me? What did it have in store for me?
Then had the audacity to call me and tell me I don't show him enough affection that
fits his criteria. Meaning, you called to tell me you were breaking up with me. Better
yet, telling me I was never your girlfriend. You run around telling your guys and
your mom you gotta a girlfriend and you love her. Swear up and down that you'll
do anything and everything not to break her, little do you know you got her up at nights.
Boy you achin' her. Let alone, you fakin' her. And my jealousy. Jealousy sticks to me
like my right hand, so why write more if you won't listen to what's right when I have
the right to write the right emotions that you put me through. Am I right or am I right?
Me being so poetic, I told him people got you thinkin' it's gon' be a body. Your boys
said I been bodied before, but who's the body that caught the body? A nobody. So when you say
everybody is a body, I'm confused, cause not everybody got a body. And when you put
everybody's body together, you get a bunch of nobodies. My point is he took my body
and I caught his. We sit in this room like a ordinary class, little do we know, it's special
and not in a good way. The reason for sitting here, is because we have been tramatized.
We walk up and down these hallways getting silly comments from every corner, and every cut.
When they would die, and I do mean die, to be just like us. I's pathetic, and I'm tired of it.
So go on. Break your backs and break your hearts. Because I'm dropping Heartache 101.