Little Mind's

                           The Little minds

19 June 1953



Why do we have to wake up so early ?I don't know but mama says we have to rise early to shine .
Well that's funny because I don't know how to make my dark skin shine .
But I hate school the most the stupid morning brings the start of new day at the stupid hell hole .
My first four periods were uneventful but than when everything is going peaceful than only the Strom comes with the devil himself .
But I have to be brave to protect myself otherwise they will beat me up again and will start with there rant of calling me a stupid rat .I just loathe that name the bullies have given me and now I label stupid rat .
It started when I was eating my lunch away from everyone under the maple tree beacause it reminds me of gram and her pies that I love so much back .
But idiot Steve the devil himself has to came and ruin my peace like always and he started calling me names and ruined my shirt but I was so angry when he said I should go back from wherever I have came.
I also get so confused where will I go when I am born here , stupidity has no limits and they call me slow.
And out of nowhere someone broke the fight and These stupid teachers refused to listen to me and papa came and got really angry with me for fighting in school.
I don't understand why I have to go there everyday where people call me names like trash and all .
They make fun of me and calls me slow but I can't help it I have to think really hard to understand what is written my mind messes when I try to picture what is written and it gets all jumbles up in my mind .
Every word starts dancing around and nothing makes sense and miss gets really angry with me call me names and punish me for being naughty.
Its really hard to understand people I try really hard but nothing make sense I gets really angry and frustrated with everything .
When I returned home with fuming papa my mama comforted me because papa hate going to school beacause of me.
I want to make papa proud but I fails at everything I do and that makes me cry even more.
But my beautiful mama always makes cobblestone pie for me and always tell me how beautiful and brave I am .
But than when I asked mama why everyone calls me ugly ,trash and other horrible names.
Mama always smiles and patiently tells me to never be bothered by words said in anger and jealousy as our creator won't be happy if we show anger in the face of anger ,we must forgive but never forgets and make our heart brave and strong to grow strong and kind to everyone so that we can meet our creator at the end of our journey of life.
But my mind always wonders the same things and I always ask her when people dies where they go mama and mama smiles and explains that when anyone dies they become angels and I am left even more confused .
And I ask but why there is no black angel mama ,they don't become angels? And why is Jesus white ? Why not black ? Why black people are called evil and bad names ? Are black people not gets qualified to be an angel?
My questions makes my mama look at me like I am someone that had landed from another galaxy ,she take me in her arms and crease my head and tells me that God has created us with special qualities beacause he loves everyone equally so he has given each one of us with great powers .
We humans are seperated by many things but no one knows angels are all white people or hell is full of black people that is our own assumption ,we created these differences no one else.
The all mighty never seperated us because they love us all equally .
I always love mama words they heals all the injuries  inflicted by others on my soul.
But papa taught me to be brave and never harm another soul with ill intentions.
I wanna be like papa brave ,strong and honest but I also want to be like mama kind ,caring and full of warmth.
And one day i was so upset when my bicycle was taken away from me by some bad man. Papa and police officer told me a thief took my precious bicycle from me and I was so angry I hated that man and declared I will find him and give him a nice whopping .
No one took me seriously and I was so angry and hurt I was literally fuming so nice police officer told me that they will beat me if I go after them.
But I told the officer I will kick there asses if I have to but I will not sit ideally . But officer told me I am a dead meat if I go against such criminals it's better that I learn how to box so that I can do something next time.
But why do I have to box ,I can beat them up without learning anything I am strong , mama always says that I am a strong boy .
I believe mama and love when she treats me like a man sometimes but when night falls mama always read us stories along with papa and my little brothers always sleeps before me .
But I always miss the ending due to soothing voice of mama and papa .
I dream to beat all the stupid people who calls me name and make me cry but I don't cry infront of them because brave boys don't cry to show that we are strong.
And I am strong and I am brave and I will beat those nasty people who stole my precious bicycle even without learning to box.
Or maybe I will learn it someday.

Cassius Marcellus Clay Jr.