Walking Contradiction

The Morning Glory

As my conscience becomes awake the sounds of chirping birds the sweet melody I always listen to because hell to me they are delivering a message of a better day ahead.

People jogging to ease their head of the gruesome this world brings. Cars in motion the sound it engulfs with the wind a remedy to me.

Should there be expectations for the day ahead?or will I ruin a better day to take course.

Before I even have time to enjoy the thought of a better day. 'BANG BANG BANG 'on my door shutters everything. "It's time to wake up the world doesn't revolve around you neither do your chores finish themselves" the voice of my mother a beautiful woman can be irritating and antagonizing, fun man she's just everything I can never be mad at her for long because everytime I look at her I just remember everything she's done for us and her strong demeanor that frames her being I just love this woman but hell she has to stop banging on my door like that.Not surprised at all I don't make any movements because my bed might creak and to me it feels like that will hold but hell for some odd reason it's like she always knows when my conscience is woke. Sometimes she talks to me even when my eyes are closed.

After a while of no movement being made she bangs on my door again but this time she opens and peaks her head inside my room I decide to act asleep but she says "You know you not fooling anyone get your lazy ass up or I'll pour your bed with water" I just groan acting like I've been sleep all along and stretch my arms to add to my dramatic tantrums.

She just looks at me and rolls her eyes "I've been dealing with this since you were in Primary and I still feel bad for having to wake you up this early ,but after you do your chores you'll go back to sleep" in my head I'm just there like this woman can't be serious she really passed all 2 rooms before mine to tell me this shit like that shit true I mean If obviously she been waking me up since primary to do my chores with that same line she using wouldn't she have found another way to do this shit because she knows I'm not gonna sleep afterwards then she gone say I feel bad for having to do this all the time? Ehat kind of twisted joke is this?

So I just stare at her (I mean I never reply when she being all symphathic and shit she always punk me out with that "I got you now get up and do what you gotta" so I mastered to just shut up all the time even though sometimes I want to be all sad and mushy that woman don't take that bullshit act I mean my sibblings call me trixi whenever I try to bullshit or did anything close to bullshitting NB: I have 13 simblings from my dad but moms children we 3) and get out my bed stretch some more .

I finally made it out my room (now this a routine to pass time all the damn time )I just go round and round in circles the whole house at first the house looks clean she be like " child get on with your chores unless you wanna catch these hands" . and I'm like " Ma you can't be serious you always acting like I'm the only child in here " she replies "Oh so suddenly you know how to use your mouth and grew some balls?" she say with that questioning look but I'm a traitor oc being quite so I just look at her trying to swerve her but no she had to hold my arm "I'm talking with you ,you not about to abort this conversation like you always do" I just stare at her until she let's go and I go start on the dishes and next thing you know I'm back to my bubbly ole self playing music like there's a party. My mom knows not to tell me not to shut it down ,in the midst of it all my sibblings get up all groggy and shit and for my side I'm content and start singing lyrics I don't even know.

"Mom tell your child to bring the music down" My older sister says " Yo turn the music down" says my older brother with his deep voice thinking it'll make me listen. (N:B so I'm sure you figured I'm the last born of 3 right😁)

After doing my so called "chores " I go back to my room and try to find something I can do because well bathing is not on my list yet but what better way than to go to the roof.If I smoked weed it'd be a plus because then it'll add to skyhigh .I just sit on the roof trying to battle out this slideshow oc thoughts rampaging in my head.One thought sticks out the rest though it's a series too 'What is it I'm not doing right to get to where I want to be , How do I correct or Write the perfect one , Is it always going to be like this, Who do I trust in a world so cruel , am I too open that I myself shut open does because instead of
running towards them I release them to the world , I know the ins and outs the dos and donts but they never work out for me...wether it be reality or expectation I end up with the same results and I always try to change things because I cannot let history repeat itself it works better that way but not fully.

For a while after playing on my phone I get back in the house I hear laughter and it can only be mom's " what are you watching that's got you laughing your heart out" I ask taking a seat next to her knowing she's about to explain from start to finish now this woman can talk your ear off. "Eish you know some people are really stupid " but before she can continue my sister screams interrupting the whole storytime. " Why you screaming for you always do this shit and if if it's not serious man I swear " My brother shouts and everyone goes to tend my sisters aid. "What are you doing in my room this is a restricted area and you know that" my sister insinuates " Not if you keep screaminv like that it won't " my brother grows red by the incident that's not at hand "You know one day you gonna scream and no one will tend to your aid grow up man and stop with your childish shit " my mom bellowed "You know even when I'm patronizing ya'll I don't do the things you do and I'm the child here unless you wanna take my place" that lightens the mood as my brother smirks and and my mother laughs but obviously leaves my siter in a sour mood.

"You know your sister is gonna hit your Miss know it all mouth one of these days" my mom says with a hint of sarcasm " You know you wouldn't let her get a hit I'm your baby and you know you wouldn't breathe right if there's a bruise on me" I return the sarcasm Oh boy I think I just added salt to a broken wound.

"Girl you don't want to catch these hands now get out my sight before you do" I just sit there and lough my ass off knowinv my mom is all talk no action.She gives me this look and I know she's not playing that quickly shuts my loud mouth out and I stand to go to my brothers room to annoy him only for me to be annoyed because he stay playing 2k. Nonetheless does that stop me from jumping on his bed ruining the made up and neat bed sheets. He hasn't seen the mess I made so I just bounce and sit on my stomach rolling around on the bed sheets talking all types of nonsense knowing very well it will aggravate him and man his reactions are ridiculous. He's still head in his game so I finally move out his bed and go to the bed no one sleeps in unless maybe visitors or whatever .I sit as still as if I didn't just cause chaos on his bed. He turns to look at me with his brow arched in a sceptical look I just smile at him then he turns to look at his bed and I'm already out the door and lock myself in my room.

I know what's coming "MOM I'M GOING TO MURDER YOUR CHILD" oh no he's on rage mode I smirk to myself mischievously.'BANG BANG BANG BANG' jiggling of keys can be heard but none of them will open so he starts shouting outside my door now "make sure you don't come out and that you have enough food to last you your whole life in
there or you gonna regret ever being my sister" For some reason this brings joy to me I mean I specialise in ; patronizing, antagonizing,exhilarating,agitating,aggravating you name them I do and his outbreak now is satiesfaction to me it's like Victory has been won.

After 30minutes I come out my room make food swiftly and eat peacefully so.My brother enters the kitchen he says "You think you're funny with the bullshit you did you even have the nerve to come out your room and eat like you didn't cause a mess in my room" he gets closer with every word he speaks I just stare at him with a blank face. He then turns away after seeing that his words don't shake me and out the door he goes I let out a breathe I didn't know I was holding but laugh my ass off right after.

My job here is done I smile to myself
and I always win all the damn time I mean me and my brother look alike one way or another so in my head I'm just there like how will he feel if he beats me up I mean already him shouting at me he feels a way of some sort. I feel content sometimes after feeding to his anger knowing he won't do a thing but shout , but sometimes when we play rough it's like for all the time he couldn't lay his hands on me he takes it out then and let me tell you it hurts like a motherfucker.