Weak Pass Strong Future

Growing up from childhood to adolescence to adulthood was, what I have to admit, troublesome. It seemed no matter how much I tried to overcome one situation another would arise, and because of the life I was granted the duty as a foster child, my family and society would label me as another young black uneducated female who would have countless of illegitimate children and forever continue the cycle of being a welfare recipient, but that's their opinion on me and I refuse to let it be a fact.

            My parents were drug addicts and so I was forced to live with numerous foster care parents, majority of which was actual family members, many of which were mad because they had to put up with a child who wasn't theirs to begin with, but could use the extra income from taking care of a bastard child, but living with my dad's side of the family was the worst. They lived in big houses out in the suburbs of Red Oak, TX and drove nice cars their kids went to nice schools and where captains of basketball and cheerleading teams and graduated high school with honors. Never had a day to struggle in their life…never. So it would be obvious that I would be reveled as a culture shock to them since their parents continually installed in their brains that the blacks from the South Side of Dallas were much lower than the blacks from the suburbs and to be nothing like them. So when they seen a specimen of a poor black child all they can replay was what they were told to do and I had to live that wrath of something I couldn't control. Whenever my cousins introduced me to their friends they would say that this is my cousin who parents were crack heads and she has to stay with us so don't mind her if she says dumb things or if she is a pest, or if I sat a certain way or if I say a certain slang it totally embarrassed my aunt and there for I would get slapped and reminded that I'm not in the ghetto so I needed to stop acting like a hood rat. I was not going to be acting like so ignorant project whore and embarrassed her cause if I did I would regret it with a great lashing.

For the next ten years that played in my mind and I believed it, but when they day of June 12, 2008 came upon me and I walked across a long stage with a blue gown and cap with a blue and yellow tassel I realize that all those things that were told about me was untrue and a true view of their self-confidence and how putting people down was part of how they were raise basically a view of their ignorance, because I finally realized it wasn't where you came from or who your parents were or where you lived and where you been, or what school you went to, or how rich you are, or how poor you were, because the world doesn't have the power to decided whether or not if I'm successful. I do.