BELIEVE IT OR NOT, we're all accustomed to a certain standard, or stereotype that needs to be played. Whether it's being captain of the cheerleading team or the smartest kid in your class, it's one way or another that's there's going to be someone who's supposed to follow by these stereotypes or standards just for the sole fact that that's them.
Unfortunately for me, it couldn't get any worse, since being an African American female who unfortunately does not fit your typical, "angry black woman."
Yes, that "angry black woman", bitter, closed-off, unarticulated, with serious father issues. One of the worst, stereotypes played upon African American women, and something I'm surely not proud of. I personally don't act that way, nor do I …show more content…
The world was pulled into a stop as the noise gotten louder, as if it was screaming into my ear. My eyes widely traveled from everywhere until my body became stone stiff; every attempt to move my limbs failed, even moving my head and neck wouldn't help.
What is happening to me?
I opened my mouth to release a cry for help, but every attempt jut felt like nothing until my last try ended up with a long, painful bloodcurdling screech that frightened me. My surroundings were soon transitioned to a dark, deep crimson red and I soon turned on my back. Without my knowing, the bed disappeared into thin air and I was just there floating in a black and red world.
My thoughts were frantic; What is going on? Am I dying? Is this a dream? Each question filled me with anxiety. The heart locked into my chest was running a marathon as my body was sent flying downwards. Around me, voices began to speak in all different directions, all of them sounding quite familiar. They were all hostile, verbally abusive and slightly appalling.
Wake the fuck up!
You have no purpose in this world, just end it all.
You'll never be good …show more content…
There goes my morning, and it couldn't get any worse.
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My eyes were kept in this immediate focus and I flipped to the next page. The noise around me were boisterous teenagers yelling at the top of their lungs, laughter and chatter booming from the walls of our small classroom.
I personally wasn't too interested in my electives, except one being Choir, but even that couldn't help me escape from my never ending isolation from the world. But learning about the struggles of African Americans during the 60s didn't quite help educate me since our "teacher" only gave us a packet and let us freely act like idiots.
Since I was completely finished with every page, I quickly grabbed my book and flipped right on to the part I left on; the scene where the star crossed love birds run away from home, despite what their parents told them. They didn't care.
I wouldn't say I admired it, but I did admire the characters' bravery for being able to run off, during all the circumstances. So cliché, but I couldn't help but wondering what was awaiting along the
Unfortunately for me, it couldn't get any worse, since being an African American female who unfortunately does not fit your typical, "angry black woman."
Yes, that "angry black woman", bitter, closed-off, unarticulated, with serious father issues. One of the worst, stereotypes played upon African American women, and something I'm surely not proud of. I personally don't act that way, nor do I …show more content…
The world was pulled into a stop as the noise gotten louder, as if it was screaming into my ear. My eyes widely traveled from everywhere until my body became stone stiff; every attempt to move my limbs failed, even moving my head and neck wouldn't help.
What is happening to me?
I opened my mouth to release a cry for help, but every attempt jut felt like nothing until my last try ended up with a long, painful bloodcurdling screech that frightened me. My surroundings were soon transitioned to a dark, deep crimson red and I soon turned on my back. Without my knowing, the bed disappeared into thin air and I was just there floating in a black and red world.
My thoughts were frantic; What is going on? Am I dying? Is this a dream? Each question filled me with anxiety. The heart locked into my chest was running a marathon as my body was sent flying downwards. Around me, voices began to speak in all different directions, all of them sounding quite familiar. They were all hostile, verbally abusive and slightly appalling.
Wake the fuck up!
You have no purpose in this world, just end it all.
You'll never be good …show more content…
There goes my morning, and it couldn't get any worse.
✨
My eyes were kept in this immediate focus and I flipped to the next page. The noise around me were boisterous teenagers yelling at the top of their lungs, laughter and chatter booming from the walls of our small classroom.
I personally wasn't too interested in my electives, except one being Choir, but even that couldn't help me escape from my never ending isolation from the world. But learning about the struggles of African Americans during the 60s didn't quite help educate me since our "teacher" only gave us a packet and let us freely act like idiots.
Since I was completely finished with every page, I quickly grabbed my book and flipped right on to the part I left on; the scene where the star crossed love birds run away from home, despite what their parents told them. They didn't care.
I wouldn't say I admired it, but I did admire the characters' bravery for being able to run off, during all the circumstances. So cliché, but I couldn't help but wondering what was awaiting along the