Creative Writing: Color Blind

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All I want is to be heard. I just want ears that are open wide enough for words to flow in. Those kids in school, they don’t know me. The teachers, they don’t know me. They only know what I write on tests and quizzes. I’m surrounded by the same white christian faces and quiet murmurs. To them, I’m invisible. I am the face that blends in with the white walls and the engraved wooden desks. My thoughts are like the dust pills that build up at the bottom of the chalk board. My mind constantly flows information and statistics. Maybe, maybe that’s why they don’t listen to me or acknowledge my existence. I walk through the echoing hallways with the hope of being invisible. All I look forward to hearing is the bell, and then it rang. I gathered my …show more content…

Can we talk about this later?” I just want to be heard, my dad would have listened. I know he would have. Why can’t my mom see that I'm suffering too and I need her. Why can’t she see? I stormed up to my room as my mother still stood in the kitchen looking out the window. I wish my daughter understood. She can’t leave the only place she sees as normal. The house environment has changed, the family dynamic has changed, she can’t leave the one place that hasn’t changed. I’m a single parent. What if I need help with taking her to school or picking her up? What if I go on a business trip and need her to stay with a close family friend that attends her school? Am I a bad mom? Am I failing my daughter, like I'm failing myself? She looks away from the window and stares aimlessly at the tiled ground. She holds her head down as she follows the tile lines on the floor to the stairs that led to her daughter's room. She picks her head up, inhales, and says, “I’m sorry I have not been there for you. I’m sorry that it’s-” The buzz to her phone interrupts her. “It’s gotten this bad. I promise to be-” Again, buzz buzz. “Be a better mom. Can you come down and talk to me?” No response. So, she walks up butterfly staircase to her daughter's bedroom, opened the door and screamed in despair. It was too late, life has changed

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