Brooklyn POV
I hate my life, I hate living, I am a taking up space in the world. I look in the mirror and look at myself from head to toe and I am 'UGLY' at least thats what everyone and myself calls me. If you call me ugly I most likely would answer I am now over the fact of me becomiing pretty I am the ugly duckling of the ghetto but instead of getting mix up with the wrong family I was put in the right family of goddess and I am the misfit. My name is Brooklyn Omariana Smith I am 5'2, long black hair that stops at the middle of my back but I keep it up mostly in a bun, bright yellow skin. I am mixed with Columbian and African American, I have a really nice body shape my chest or c-cups while I have a nice rack in the back. I love basetball but only street ball and I live in the 'GHETTO'.
My family is very disfunctional my mom is trying her best to survive and make do with the little money coming in from her job. While my brother sells drugs acting like noone knows what he does he thinks it is a secrete but it's not. Me and my brother are very close and hang out all the time he really brightens my day and he has mad style. Unlike me my brother is popular in high school everyone loves him and would do anything for him. All the girls go crazy over him and all the boys want to be his 'HOMIE' but he keeps his circle really small when it comes to trust and friends. My brother is 6'2 and very attractive he keeps his bossie fade low and trimmed lightskinned and a body full of tattoos.
" Nobody knows what I go through
wish you could put yourself inside my shoes
you got friends that ain't friends nomore
they don't understand the life I chose
see the money and the fame
it can hurt everything thing you love
got some people that depend on me
and i can't give up
they don't know what I'm going through
they don't know what I'm going through"
My alarm went off telling me it was time to get up and ready for school. Another day to get pick on and downgraded to a hoe and I know what you thinking why not beat them up or tell my brother its not that simple. Man being bullied everyday about the same old thing it gets old but the name calling will always get to me and I don't know why but I am sensitive when it comes to the name 'WHORE' 'SLUT' and worst of all 'INSECURE BITCH' nothing else you say can get to me like those words. Anyway time to get ready I do my hygeine for almost and hour and decide to look and pick out my outfit for today what shall I choose.
10 minuetes later
I decide on my my air jordan x "Fresh Prince Jazz" customs and some high waisted shorts with a black and white aztec crop top. I checked my finishing touches of gold pearl earrings and my lockit my brother bought. If I have not mention my age I am 17 and my brother is gong on 19 he is a senior and will be graduating soon me on the other the hand I am a Junior and ready to drop out of school. Getting back on the subject of school let me go before I am late. I did my morning routine of looking in the mirrior 'I am so fat i think to myself". I really need to stop talking like ths but I can't help it that all i notice is the bad things about my self with me things turn for the worse and I am the cause. I am really insecure but won't amit it to anyone I have the walls up just like my brother all because of trust I am the only one he trust and he is the only one I trust we have each other if nothing else always have and always will. He is my ride or die and I am his he is my backbone and im am his nothing and Noone in this world could or will change that.
