Its entirely possible to endure hardship...yet totally function in life...afterall...the name of the game is "appear normal"...there was no room for exploration of little lives...people suspect stuff....but don't make waves was the rule. so they intervened...in their own way..thus the chiffon dress.
On the night of our recital we sang 3 songs....Dream (and it might come true) Sayounara(Japanese Goodbye) and "The Lulabye of Broadway"...I still love those songs...Music and I became acquainted quite early.
My mother loved playing games on the radio. she preferred the white stations because they had sponsors that gave them stuff for prizes. My job was to listen and record the Top 10. I was probably the only person in the hood' who knew who spiral staircase was...(more today than yesterday) I knew all of the white groups and was grateful for the opportunity to cry listening to Bobby Goldsboro sing 'honey I miss you"...lol
One week my mother won a 100% human hair wig. That prize was this little ugly duckling's dream. I never felt pretty. Besides the commercials of gorgeous blondes to compare myself to....and always felt lacking....I suffered from shyness (hidden in a boisterousness facade because it kept people at bay) and because of my secret...I had very low self esteem and a sense of helplessness.
Well this 100% human hair wig was about to change all of that. wigs were uncomfy, hot and stiff back then...but that would not keep me from my new found beauty....Well that did not last long. I spent most of my time running form little boys determined to pull it off of my head....oh well....my 15 minutes of fame..lasted about 2 days...to be cont'd
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