Dear Young Girl

Dear young lady,

I have been noticing your downward regression over the years. You were once an innocent black child that had the potential to be anything, you were ignorant to all of the evils of the world; sex, drugs, greed, and hate. It seems that as the days turned to weeks, the weeks into months and the months into years a lot has change not only on the outside of you but also your mental.

You were always that smart young lady, honor roll repetitive recipient, outstanding achievement awards, deemed teachers pet by some of your classmates who never were able to match academic success. As soon as you hit 13-14 your body started to change. Hips began to develope and breast began to form. Not only were you getting attention from teachers due to your grades, but the boys are starting to pay you attention that you never received before.

Since your father skipped out on you momma was the one to raise, a man was never their on the daily to remind you how beautiful you were on a regular basis. The attention these horny teenage boys were showing was something new, also something that kept a smile on your face. It was something that made you feel wanted it gave you the sense that your something special, distinct, that you possessed something that the other girls lacked. But you were so blinded by the attention you were given that you never noticed that you werent a hot commodity to them, but just a piece of raw, untouched convenient meat.

Years have pasted and now your 19, you been with your "first love" for about four years. You like love me because he still showing that you that male attention that you never received at home. Even with his cheating, verbal abuse, and lack of a progressive life you vowed to stay due to the child and the love you have for him.

More years past and you start to notice that no matter how much love you felt you had that love doesn't pay the bills. Plus section 8 tripping because a another man can't live with you, EBT funds become lower, and your child's life is deteriorating. So you told him to skate, but in reality your struggle becomes greater. Your a single black parent, whose title is "such and such baby momma" or "who such and such used to fuck with it," you have no work history, and your 21 with no idea where you want your life to go.

You're still heart broken from that lost love, so you're every week looking for love in the club thinking you will get from this tatted up dread head, with custom jewelry, that buying you drinks and telling you how sexy you are. He seems to live a hood rich lifestyle. Your numb to finding someone to share with, but you just want a man to care of you, while his intentions is for a women just to satisfy him on those 230am after the club let's out. Months past and you get burnt in more ways than one from you careless mistakes.

Now it seems that your life is in a repetitive cycle. You're out looking for some man to make your life worth it. Instead the whole time you should have been trying to find the love inside of you that motivated you to make your life worth living.

It upsets me that you became what a lot of women of your elk have became. I always thought you would be different though. I know the girls with a 3.5 GPA rarely get notice in the club by the "callers" on those drunken nights, it seems that only the girls in low cut dresses, with the measurement 34d, 25, 42. Even though you won't be the main attraction for there 300 guys in there, but if you just kept your life in order and continued to be the hardworking I wished you would have became whether it through college or just being the best at your full time job maybe not me, but some man would have loved you for that and you could have been his main concern. Even with a child you're still good in ny eyes because when you have the belief that you can jump over any hurdle that makes me become more in awe of you, but like so many others you just became another lost girl in the game.

I just pray my son doesn't have to write a letter to your daughter, I hope he only has to write wedding vows to her.


From
Someone who is concerned.