StreetWise Guest Author
Today we have a guest author, Theo Hawkins. Free free to send in your thoughts any time.
Lesson Learned
This is actually a pretty personal story. It’s one of my favorites because its true and has a very powerful meaning behind it. This story is one of my own and I have benefited from realizing what I learned from it. I don’t know exactly how old I was but I was young around 10 years old.
I was living with my family at the time in Washington State. My grandmother sent me a game boy color from Chicago with a pokemon game in it. I know it’s kind of funny but its true and I was jamming on that shit. But whenever grandma sent something it was like Christmas so you already knew you were going to be gaming.
We didn’t really have a lot of money. My mom was a single parent with five kids so we were basically welfare babies. But anyways, at this particular time my mother was sick in bed. For some reason she didn’t want me to play my game boy. So, she told my older brother Brandon to go take it away from me. I must have been playing that game for over four hours. All I know is that I had made a lot of progress in that game and I didn’t get to save it. I had set the game boy down for a second to grab a drink and when I came back it was in his hands.
Brandon looked at me with a smirk because he knew he was going to have to deal with some crazy reaction. Brandon spoke and said, Mom told me to come take your game boy away. I don’t remember what I said but it couldn’t have been good. I tried to get it back and he just shoved me on the ground. My mother was screaming at him in the back round to hurry up and take it because she was throwing up and needed his help.
All I remember is when he was walking away from me, I was screaming at him to let me save it. I sat there on the ground where he shoved me and stared at him. I hated him; I hated how he couldn’t just listen to me and understand what I was saying. I didn’t care about him taking it I just wanted to save it. There was not a second that he gave a fuck about what I was saying.
Still to this day I thank my brother for not giving a shit about what I was saying. I thank him for taking that game boy from me. At that time there was nothing I wanted more then that game boy and I couldn’t have it. You see in this story I represented myself and my brother represented the world. It didn’t take me long to realize that this world don’t give a fuck about you or what the fuck you want!
You can be poor, starved, foreign, or simply just gay, and still be hated because your not rich. Americas problem is not whether your white, Latino, or black anymore. We have a black president and mark my words when I say it’s whether you’re rich or if you are poor.
Sincerely, Theo Hawkins