In the Beginning

In the beginning I smiled. I laughed. I loved. I played. In the beginning life made sense, who I was, what I was destined for and what my life would with hold was all a mystery; but, life made sense. There came a time when my tiny over worked brain started to read into things differently. I no longer saw a day at the park as a day at the park but an excuse to get out of the house. I saw the deep blue sky as a sky of deception and a sky of mystery. The world was a place that wanted you to succeed but had too many obstacles so close to you that wanted you to fail. I realized this all by age five.

You see, most families live the same life. The parents meet, fall in love, get married and finally have kids. That is the standard formula to how kids arrive. However, what lies after that is different in every case. Some find that they are born into to a luxurious life where they will never have to lift a pinkie; others find themselves in the dangerous streets of the Harlem fighting for survival. Of course these are both exaggerated extends. I was born right in the middle. I lived in the Bronx in a huge house...to the people in the Bronx. As you read this you may wonder what is this girl getting at? Or what makes her life so special? I promise to answer ever question. First however, you must know one thing. I didn't write this to exploit my deepest secrets or to exploit my diary. I wrote this as a promise to myself. I promised myself that I would gain a voice and fight back. I promised that one day people would see my world through my eyes. Not to say that I have lived a life of deprivation. No, on the surface I lived quite the luxurious life. However, just like in every Hollywood movie a luxurious life on the surface only means destruction underneath.