Sage Roman. The Mafia Princess of the Italian's. The only little girl to be born in several generations. She was the light of the Roman families lives. Except for her mother Elaine. She grew jealous of her daughter getting the attention of not only...
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Knowledge. In its true art form can be beautiful. Creating an open space for one to learn different things. It is a form of communication, familiarity, connections. But it can also bring havoc. One knowing too much. Having too much knowledge can create a target. It makes you stand out, making other feel threatened. One might even say knowledge is the main root of some of our problems. But that's not how I see it.
Moutasem Al Gharati once said 'knowledge is a commodity to be shared. For knowledge to pay dividends, it should not remain the monopoly of the selected few.' Now over the years this quote has been interpreted to what we think it means. But what I see is that it knowledge is something beautiful that needs to be shared with everyone. Not just the rich, not just the men, and certainly not just ones that are not of color.
Ever since I could understand what knowledge was I wanted to know more. Learn more about not just what knowledge could bring but the word itself. Yet, having this belief I could never bring myself to love school. School and knowledge in my mind are different things.
School- A smelly place filled with people of all ages. Some cocky, while others shy. There is bullying, teasing, cheating, stress, fakes. And all of it is between four walls that we call a building. There is so much to unpack there that you forget the real reason you are there. Which is to learn.
That is why I never understood the reason for school. Growing up I didn't get to go to public school. I was locked up in that stupid building with those horrible people. No, I won't even call them people. Because people don't do what they did to me- to us.
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"Alright my loves. I have to go to school today so you know the routine. Be good for me okay, I will be back soon." I said to the dogs.
It was too early for them to be up and at them but I knew they would wonder where I was if I just left. With a sigh I checked myself in the mirror being sure to only glance at my face not wanting to look at myself too long.
I was wearing a black long sleeved cosmic shirts with blue jeans and my trusty air forces. I let my hair flow into its natural waves not wanting to ruin my one in a blue moon good hair day. Gino had woken my up earlier to get ready. I had taken a quick shower and washed my hair letting it air dry into its natural style.
To say I was nervous about today would be an understatement. While at my old school I wasn't some popular go getter. I was quiet and reserved everyone knew not to mess with me. I fought off the bullies when needed, I wasn't one. Yet I still didn't draw attention to myself. Which is the goal here at this school.
I made sure my outfit wasn't too flashy. It was warm, comfortable, it was me. I had enough attention coming into school only a couple months away from summer break. Let alone being the infamous Roman sibling. The missing princess.
I wasn't sure if my father had told the press or even our extended family about my return yet. But one this is for sure if they didn't know now they will by the end of the day.
