You Talking About Me?
Last year sitting in my philosophy class, waiting for the professor to come in. Five minutes later she enters the classroom. She was a Chinese slime size woman wearing big glasses. She always wore her hair pulled back into a ponytail wearing baggy clothing. I always sat up front in class minding my own business and wanted to learn.
A moment in class I was asking the professor some questions about an assignment. I heard two girls sitting three tables back from me in class saying my name. I was saying in my head feeling angry and thinking, "why the fuck they saying my name for, those bitches don't even know me, so why the fuck they saying my name?" I was hearing them whisper my name talking about me saying I think I know everything. Every time I sat in the hallway waiting for my class to start, they would keep looking at me. Eyeing me from head to toe, knowing that I dress better than them. I would pretend that I did not listen to them or see them. I would hear them say things about me wearing bright colors. The things they were saying about me I would let it affect me. I really got angry and emotional. I had to stop what I was doing in class and pray in my head saying, "Lord please do not let this nonsense get to me, this is all talk, I am way stronger than this O Lord. Please encourage me not to react O God, please do not let my anger get the best of me that I feel like knocking the hell out of them too girls, let me calm my spirit down, Lord you gave me the spirit of power, I shall use my power to not let the negative tongue affect my mind, Lord speak to me."
After class, I had called my boyfriend Bernie on the phone and told him that I felt like hurting them two girls. "Naw you shouldn't let that get to you, as long as they don't put they hands on you, they just talking, they jealous of you, how do they look?" Bernie asked. One is fat and…" getting cut off. "Fat? You go let a fat bitch get to you? And how do the other one look?" He asked. "She skinny and light skin with short hair, " I said. "They jealous of you, " he said.
A couple of days later Bernie and I were sitting A the hallway until my class started. I pointed out the two girls that were talking about me. "There they go right there, they were the ones who were talking about me, " I said. "Them? The skinny girl looks like she came from a food pantry with that big black coat on, and that fat girl looks like she sucks dick for food, " he said joking. "Haha, you funny, " I said. "Man, they jealous of you cause you dress better than they asses, you look better than them with they ugly asses, they talking about you because they wanna look like you or they thinking about you. When somebody is talking about you, that means they thinking about you, " he said. "Yeah you right, that's deep, " I said feeling at ease.