Sitting in front of the mirror on the wooden chair, I hummed a random melody that flew through my head.
I missed the days where I would use my mother's iPhone, and listen from all artist to Keyshia Cole to Pop Smoke.
Finishing unraveling my last twist, I took a wide- tooth comb puffing my hair out making it into a wavy afro.
I loved my natural hair but since I was younger I enjoyed watching females experiment with their hair, trying different colors and cuts. The world blew up when I was fourteen in, 2026 before my mom always told me I was too young for weaves, wigs, and such.
Now I am nineteen craving variety with so many different things in life. Overthinking, something I frequently did had gotten worse today.
I was thinking about all the things my parents would miss out on. What I would miss out on, the things that weren't the same anymore. No father- daughter dance, no mother-daughter time like before. No father to walk me down an aisle. No grandparents for my future kids.
Nothing. I wouldn't even get to experience the normal American life with the conditions I was dealing with now. Deciding to suck it up, a lot of people had to deal with the death of their parents, I would have to continue believing they were here spiritually. Other's were forced to live like this as well, and I refused to believe I'm the only one who wants out.
Not with Timothy screaming his name, and Tiara missing her mother. She was raised to forget about her mother. We're people wakening up, was I no longer living in a blind society?
Distracting myself playing with my hair, my elbow leaned against the old hollow vanity. I took the time to admire my fresh face. I loved my features from my plump lips to my button nose. My skin complexion still had some shine to it although all my happiness was drained from my life.
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"I bet I shake the room," I bobbed my shoulders getting jiggy dancing freely. I was thankful for times where I could remember the lyrics to certain songs. Nothing was allowed that brought me joy.
"You are playing games, you're now late," my mirror announced stopping me in my tracks.
My lips parted, as I chuckled not believing the mirror said something to me. The only time it spoke was when I turned it on, and it was indeed off.
"How did you just turn on, and late to what?" I questioned not remembering having to be anywhere. Work was canceled today.
"Hello, today is the ceremony of the coming youth," my eyes widened as I got up out my seat. "What can I do for you today?"
"I need an outfit before I get killed." I had totally forgotten about the ceremony since I started having a self-care day. Although it only included doing something new to my hair it was something to me.
"What would you like to wear today."
"Surprise me," I spoke, it was only going to give me one of the basic outfits I've been wearing for five years.
