Prologue: Never Crave the Rose

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They say the rose has all the strength in the world, and despite its many colors that serve different purposes in this life they are always covered in thorns. While the thorns may be toxic and may cause harm to those who try to touch it, no one can deny the rose is always the last one standing. It's amazing how at the end of the day no one thinks us roses go through anything and we're supposed to stand there in that intimidating sweating under the heat freaking spotlight and just be pretty and pretend that every damn thing we've been through was supposed to happen to us anyway. Mannnn when I tell you I hate that shit it's something I never get over.

In my three years of my HBCU, AlphaView University, it's definitely been an unforgettable ride and my life forever started to change as I decided to pledge for the most bodacious and beaming sorority known to mankind, Beta Delta Kappa. I could see myself strutting around wearing that glossy shimmering pink with radiant sunshine gold on my chest. It couldn't have been that it was the wrong choice for me right? I knew I wasn't a pretty lightskin girl or that wealthy girl that had everything money can buy at my fingertips, but nah I was just a brownskin little homie from the wrong side of the tracks who uses streetsmarts and follows what my heart desires. I mean shit I can do what I damn well please. They're not my momma.

Well you know what they say, he who dares not grasp the thorn should never crave the rose. "Move girl, damn so selfish, such a goddamn individual" I can hear them say. I can feel the thorns pushing out of my body with every step I take. Ugh I should've never allowed myself to listen to Rochelle. I tighten my grip around the glock and I pointed it up and up and "POP!". – Rasheeda Lancaster

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