Imagine being cut by a thousand pieces of glass. Still managing to hide the wounds with a smile and the clothes you have on. The only hope is that one day the sharp objects miraculously refract and the wounds heal.
I've always been different. I was not your average boy. I did not like football, baseball, wrestling, and bragging on how many girls numbers I got at that party. Everyone around me made A's and B's . On the other hand I made C's. I was not perfect, but I worked hard at my weaknesses. For me Fashion, drawing, singing, dancing, filming was my passion. Because of that I was talked about. In school I was teased constantly. "Why do you talk like that?" "Are you gay?" "Act like a boy!" "Go outside!" "You're weird""Where's your man at?"
PEOPLE made me feel like a creature, like I wasn't good enough. I cried many nights in my room. Of course I did not tell my parents because I did not want to disappoint them. Even if they saw fit to taunt me. I had aunts down my throat saying "don't draw girls all the time" "Play football" "Put some bass in your voice". I could not figure out what I was doing wrong. I felt like a science experiment one who was beautiful to the Creator, but a freak to the public. Over time I began to internalize what people said about me as a result I changed. I took what they said as the truth. I lost what made me unique. Attached to my hands and feet were imaginary string. I was a puppet in a horrible joke.
I looked myself in the mirror staring back at me was a face I no longer recognized. One day my Mom called me into the living room. She told me I was different from Everyone else. God blessed me with enormous talents and I should use them all. I remember her saying you are unique like no other. Not knowing what I was going through she spoke words of encouragement. As only a mom could, she knew what I was going through without a word being told to her.
With her words the chains that bound me were broken. Through color of gray gently faded away I prayed on the situation and felt so much better. That different and unusual kid came back. I realized I was different for a reason. I learned to be my self no matter what people said. I am original and cannot be replaced.
Being myself has gotten me a lot of positive attention. Academically I have been working harder than I've ever been. God created everyone for a reason. We are blessed to stand out for different purposes. I realized that I am more than what people make of me. I am what my father says I am, and I am a child of a King.