Friday, February 25, 2005

My Life Is All I Have... A Novel

My Life... Posted by Hello

Not since The Coldest Winter Ever has there been a story to provoke the emotions and realness of growing up in the hood. This book is a cross between literary and street fiction.

-- Shelia M Goss

I turned back around and stared at the floor. I could feel Scottie’s eyes on me but he didn’t say anything. I listened as another speaker was introduced. I toyed with my hands and thought about Grammy. I closed my eyes and tried to listen to her voice. I remembered when she would tell me to close my eyes and find peace. She used to say that women in today’s world needed to do that more often because women always trying to be everything to everybody else. I tried to find peace because I was pissed off and sad at the same time. And for some reason, what Grammy used to say wasn’t working for me. I couldn’t find peace at all. I only found anger and bitterness.

I opened my eyes and looked toward the front. I could finally see Grammy lying in her casket. Only her face was visible to me. She had a peaceful smile. I didn’t like that they had a lot of make up on her. Grammy never really wore any. She was beautiful without and always encouraged me not to wear too much. She would have me laughing, talking about women who wear too much make up. She especially hated to see young women with dark lipstick on.

She say “life is already hard enough so a woman shouldn’t be making herself look like a wolf cookie knocking on death’s door!”

Grammy was funny like that but I knew that her main thing was to always instill in me what it took to be a lady. Without Grammy, I’d have to find my own route toward womanhood.

Copr. 2005

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