I won!!! Hearing everyone cheering me on as I walk back on stage; my eyes are filled with tears because I feel that much closer to being what I want to be. I am lost in words; I don’t know what to say. Mr. Knows, “Moe I am impressed, have you ever thought about doing opening mic at your age?” I have heard of it but never put it into consideration so I replied, “no.” “The city Apollo is having a youth completion this coming Saturday; I think you should take part. Where are your parents? I would love to meet them.” I looked down, “they couldn’t make it,” really I couldn’t tell him the truth. “I’m sorry to hear that,” Mr. Knows continue, “Here is my business card, use it ok!” I stood there looking at his card as he walked away. It’s time to head home. “Where the hell have you been,” my father screamed as I walked into the house. “I told you I was over Kevin’s house,” I replied. Kevin is my best friend; I was using him as a cover to make it to the talent show. “Didn’t you say you were spending the night, so you think you are all grown now because you are a teenager? Do you know what my father would have done to me, if I did what you did?” My mother stood at the kitchen door looking at me shaking her head. “I decided not to spend the night anymore;” “from this day on, you are no longer allowed to sleep over anybodies house.” “WHY? Mom you can’t let him do that,” I started to cry because I knew that I was going to need to be out of the house on Saturday. I ran up into my room. Every time I seem to be getting closer to my dreams, there is always something in my way, always something stopping me. Why does it seems so hard to follow your dreams but so easy to do wrong. I am tired of being treated this way but I have no time to cry because Saturday will be here before I know it. I took out a pen and paper, it time to write me a song:
Ohhh, oh, oh
Where do I run to? When there is no one to support me
Who can I turn to? When things get out of hand
Ohhh, oh, oh
Where do I?
Where do I-eye?
Look me in my eyes
You see the dried tears on my cheeks
Look me in my face
You see the baggage under my eyes
I’m tried of crying
No body can hear me
I’m tired of being alone
Who is going to stand for me?
Where do I?
Ohhh, oh, oh
Where do I run to? When there is no one to support me
Who can I turn to? When things get out of hand
Ohhh, oh, oh
Where do I?
Where do I-eye?
You are staring at me
Tell me what you see
If you are looking for me
I am lost some where in the
Knock, knock. My mom walks into my room. Mrs. Burneaster, “Moe baby it’s time that you stop living this fantasy fairy tales of yours. I am tired of it.” I put my pen down and faced my mother. Tears of fear were rolling down her cheeks. I swallowed my spit and said, “I know to you and dad this dream may seem a fantasy but to me its reality, I won the talent show at school today.” “You did?!” “Yes mom, you should have heard the way the crowd cheered me on. It was the greatest feelings ever.” My mom stood there like she was having second thoughts. “Baby, you know momma wants you to be happy but as long as your father is around; there’s not much help I can do for you,” my mother pleads. “Mom I don’t care what my father thinks, I have an open mic to go to on Saturday and he is not going to stop me from going.” I think my mom is starting to realize how important this is to me because she said, “I’ll take you!”
“Abandon Star
I must be high in the clouds
Cause everyone is looking up at me
I must be the one they want
Cause everyone is checking for me
The Abandoned Star”
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