Mississippi Trash Louisiana Woman Thinking back to my furthest memories brings me to growing up in a small town in Mississippi and my school days and how I hated most those days. I watched my mama work her ass off while my dad drank himself away off the little money he would work for so she could send me to a private school with the thought I would be getting a better education instead she put me in a place in which I would feel as if it was a repeating hell of sorts. Up until second grade I had a class of friends because when your younger labels are not yet applied but as kids get older they can become so mean. It went from friendly faces to ones I hoped to ignore enough that they would go away a girl from the…show more content… Not me even when uniforms were enforced it didn't change I was still trash, white trash and nothing more in their eyes one to ridicule to make themselves feel better. Seventh grade year I thought I would get a new stat new school that wouldn't be so full of the people who treated me as prey to curb their egos appetite surely at public school it would be easier; I was wrong I arrive excited have no one speak so much at first but a few days in I hear a remark about me being an uppity white girl from private school. At first I laugh at the thought of anyone thinking of my poor and trash ass wearing Family Dollar clothes being looked passed and seen as a too good for you privileged white girl. But as it simmered in my head it began to get me heated about it how could they just assume that's who I was as a person they had not even given me a chance to be me before they put me in a category; a category I knew I didn't belong I couldn't just laugh this off let that be the assumption of me. It baffled me how they took the look at my skin and what school I was from and pushed a wrong label on to me, they were calling me the very people I grew up gaining a buildup of objectified hate and once again it felt like it…show more content… Baton Rouge wasn't even national news worthy for so long until the day Alton Sterling was shot sending the state and nation in a racist spiral for so many other unjust deaths were caused for these men's actions. Though it was not wrong because of their skin colors it was wrong because it was a use of power executed incorrectly causing everyone to divide when the nation should tie together and stop pointing out these lines; stop the juvenile and ignorant slurs and learn to get to know each other as human beings as a whole instead of looking at the body and ignoring the mind and maybe we can have it end before to many more generations begin, conquer the human flaw because not all flaws have to be permanent ones. Anyone can escape the cruelties objected past and present I went from being considered trash in Mississippi to a woman in Louisiana of morals and beliefs that I continue on by teaching them to my children. I have lived events I wish to forget but have bettered myself making accomplishments on my own and now bettering myself in ways I have seen
