People around me have always said, “You’ll never be enough.” I was told, “Your skin color will not take you far in life.” As a tired spirit-beaten girl it was noted from the beginning that I will never achieve my greatest aspirations; however, it was because of these words, and even more sickening remarks, that a fuel was ignited deep inside of me. Because I strive to overcome adversity while holding onto ambitions, I developed a sense of pride, endurance, and understanding. It can be said that pride is the feeling obtained after the continuation of successful achievement and stability, but what if my pride came long before that? I initially developed it during the hardest part of my life that I had experienced, and quite frankly, I wouldn’t
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Nevertheless, I do not have the picture perfect life: my mother had her first child in high school, my biological father is not around due to his reputation, and I’m currently caring for my niece because of the abuse she was facing, but I do have the love of God instilled in me. Therefore, my pride came and remained inevitable; because God used my mistakes, I am who I am today. Not only does my past shape me, but my future makes me. Because I know the road that lead me here was not easy, I take pride in my work, and, therefore, I never let my moral grind fall beneath unsatisfactory. A minimum wage work ethic does not make for a million dollar dream. Striving for better is all I can do in this world; no matter what life throws at me and how heavy the burden may be, I keep going. The limitations that I embraced regulated the blessings that I experienced. To some, I’m “just another black girl,” but I began to persevere against people telling me I’ll get pregnant in high school like my mother or won’t go to college, and I became “The Black Girl.” They said I would never do well in high level courses, but I have a 4.6 grade point average, They said I would never be valedictorian because of my skin color, and, consequently, I’m currently ranked first in my
Nevertheless, I do not have the picture perfect life: my mother had her first child in high school, my biological father is not around due to his reputation, and I’m currently caring for my niece because of the abuse she was facing, but I do have the love of God instilled in me. Therefore, my pride came and remained inevitable; because God used my mistakes, I am who I am today. Not only does my past shape me, but my future makes me. Because I know the road that lead me here was not easy, I take pride in my work, and, therefore, I never let my moral grind fall beneath unsatisfactory. A minimum wage work ethic does not make for a million dollar dream. Striving for better is all I can do in this world; no matter what life throws at me and how heavy the burden may be, I keep going. The limitations that I embraced regulated the blessings that I experienced. To some, I’m “just another black girl,” but I began to persevere against people telling me I’ll get pregnant in high school like my mother or won’t go to college, and I became “The Black Girl.” They said I would never do well in high level courses, but I have a 4.6 grade point average, They said I would never be valedictorian because of my skin color, and, consequently, I’m currently ranked first in my