I haven’t been honest.
Years 1-17. Because what happens in college, could get you arrested.
(a list of confessions)(abridged)
Ages 1 – 5
yes. geroldmie and i took the hot-dogs out of the fridge and ate them raw.
i spit on the carpet because it dried anyway.
faye, when you and deon were gone, i did, i did play your Mario game…in your room…on your bed…making a mess.
brace yourself: i told a girl on the playground to suck a dick. no, i didn’t know what it meant. no idea.
crackers: i used the word alot. i even had specific categories; i thought white people were saltines and hispanics ritz crackers.
i was scared to death of the lady next door to my grandmother, because she was big as a house, and said she could beat my daddy.
i made my barbies hunch.
my first story was about how good life was before my cousin Jessica was born…she was all cute… the heifer.
i pretended to be sick on all of the days gifted sessions didn’t get us out of geography. every. single. one.
i made my first, non-inhaling attempt to smoke a joint with Elizabeth, my skater buddy.
i kissed Ernesto, knowing full-well he was going out with Yomaira.
when my 4th Gifted teacher didn’t pick me to be Juliet in the play, i knew she was racist. and said so. no one knew that shit like i did.
every science project i ever did was fake.
i met a boy on blackplanet and called him my boyfriend, because he was black and korean and im’d me poems.
i learned that if i wrote the answers on my thighs and wore loose shorts, i could sit indian style in my desk and cheat. or if i wrote the answer on gum wrappers. or gum. (i keep an eye out for this stuff now)
i successfully smoked my first joint with Maria and Natalie at the biggest house i’d ever been in in my life. it was better than christmas.
i skipped, horrible, i know. but i never skipped my English class. ever. or psychology.
i got dumped repeatedly because i was a virgin and intended on staying that way until i met Juelz Santana. i’ve never met Juelz.
i went to prom with my cousin.