Drawing the best of both worlds


I smell a skunk like smoke making its way through my vents. How hypnotizing they all think.I see the amount of lighters which found themselves by the foot of my door way.They crawl towards me but I feel no sort of temptation . As I try to do homework,  I notice narcotics were making up the oxygen in the air, without me physically putting my lips on the substance, I inhale it to survive. Sometimes it feels unrealistic , I’m living the dream of a nightmare, but only sometimes.

All these distractions but I still remain calm and humble, I just gotta fight society and earn my doctorate degree; I cautiously whisper to myself. I don’t have a row of zeros in my bank account but I sure do have confidence.This government owned listing is what I call home but not for long, it’s just a temporary situation i’m facing that’s infinitely creating its own obstacles. Day by day I mannover myself around the challenges, gaining knowledge and gripping onto my strength, so I won’t weaken.I just have to win ,it’s the battle of humanity.We must let go of the life that we have planned,  to accept the one that is pending for us. I can’t direct the wind to move south or west or put time on a freeze but I can adjust my sails to reach my destination. I’m living two lives. One minority , one that I just am known as a number, a zipcode with the background of  southside queens  and a public assistance account number, not even being known for being a citizen but the side of town I resign in. I went from Ebt to Phd .

My professor knows me differently they have no idea, the forces I fight every morning to just be present in class.  A smile can hide so much sorrow and regret. In the game of life being less diverse is simply the result of less options. I’m glad I could always switch it up. My flow is out of this world .I’m brilliant, street smart and book smart isn’t that something.I don’t consider myself a poor deprived ghetto who made great. I consider myself an inspirational individual who from an early age knew I

was in charge of myself, and needed to change the way my race is looked upon in society. I wanna see less teenage pregnancies and more vowels being exchanged , will that happen within my race? Less children not knowing if there sperm donor will support them or tend for them.

In the event that I didn’t form my existence at that point despite everything i’d be in the ghetto where individuals like me should remain and never move from. You need to dream out of the bad dream. I was delivered on june for a reason.My purpose for existing is not just to survive, but rather to flourish; and to do it with some energy, some empathy, some diversion, and some style. Keep your face dependably toward the daylight and shadows will fall behind you. I looked the other way as they floated continuously around me .In some messed up situations my inner peace controls my brain. It guides me sometimes I attempt to respond back ,my lips vibrate and nothing comes out. I can’t even stoop down to someone else’s level I remain on my own. Ignorance can’t change my purpose in life .

In my point of view achievement isn’t measured by cash or power or social status. Achievement is measured by your teach and inward peace. Too many influences on the young minds are taking control.Online networking is changing the way we convey and the way we are seen, both emphatically and adversely. Each time you post a photograph, or refresh your status, you are adding to your own advanced impression and individual brand. I cannot contribute to anything less of a scholar. Don’t diss the caterpillar and aspect to be around when it blooms into a butterfly . Don’t underestimate me from my texture.


One thought on “Drawing the best of both worlds”

  1. LA,

    I…. have no idea what to say. This is so effing beautiful. From the first sentence, I felt like you punched me in the face and just… wow. Absolutely incredibly done. You are an extremely talented and skilled writer: fabulous work!!!

    I’m curious about the pacing of the piece; do you want your reader to “hear” it poetically while we read it? Or at a slower, story rhythm? The answer to that question will change the way we start editing this. You write in such a beautiful, visceral way, and in order to create the maximum effect, you’ll want to think about rhythm. Let me know what you think — I have some thoughts, but want the edits to be driven by your vision for the piece rather than my impressions!

    Soooo excited about this!!!!


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