My first Black Star was when I had to let go.
School.
It sounded great. But it wasn't. Pre-K. I was a perfect A student and I was always on time to school. School, a great word. Full of amusement. Not.
All the kids in the world, and out of all, I was picked on. Oh great. "Its nothing. They are kids. They fool around." No one would understand. Why was I so different? I was just the same. Same as everyone...
Not.
Never.
Never the same.
I was a creep. A freak. I didn't belong with the rest, I was an outcast.
The bitches that cursed me out and called me names. I was different. And that was the day I learned that. That was the day that I found out that, hey, I was different. I wasn't anyone else. No one liked me. Cared for me. Hated me. Stupid. Stupid idiot me. Thinking that people cared. Ha. I'm so funny. No?
