Autobiography

“Who was that Girl

She sat on her bed and started thinking about all the possible things she could have said or should have said. She wondered what she would be doing if she had done those things she set her mind to do. She was starting to prove people right that she was just what people thought she was, had the attitude, mouth and everything to let people know that she is just like everyone else. Then she thought, “ Now that it went that way I have to make it work for my benefit.” This is her story. 

Growing up she was always told that she spoke so proper and that she had manners, but has diapers turned into panties she was told other wise. She was constantly told that her attitude wasn’t going to get her anywhere that if she kept going with her smart-ass mouth she wouldn’t make it far. That didn’t stop her or the way she was act. She was her own person and couldn’t let anyone else try and live her life for her. 

As she got older something she notice that didn’t bother her at first was everyone calling her an “ass” or saying she was a “smart-ass.” But it seemed she was being called it more and more. Then she started to realize is she that type of person? Is she called a “smart-ass” because of the comments she makes or because of the remarks she makes? Why can’t she just act her self and not be judged by anyone? 

She remembered arguing with her brother one night and they were just going back and forth.

“That’s why your mom eats dirt,” she said.

“ Why would you say something like that you ass,” her brother responded

“Don’t call me an ass. Do it again and I’m going to punch you in the neck,” she had said back to him.

He responded back in slow motion, “ You A s s. You ain’t going to do anything you a s s.”

She got mad and punched him in the neck. They started fighting in her room like to hard-core thug guys. After they were done they were laughing about the whole thing but that stayed on her mind in the back.

As she went to school and continued with her life she had gotten this attitude as if she didn’t care about what people had to say or what people thought of her. People said negative things to her all the time but she was sure that she was not going to let any of that get to her. They told her countless times that, “She’s going to be a pregnant teen. That her smart mouth is going to get her in trouble. That no one is going to take her seriously with her attitude.” And each time the only thing she could think or say is that she will prove every person that said she wouldn’t make it and show them that she can. 

One evening she was having a conversation with her mom and the only thing her mom could comment on was the way she talked. Her mother talked about her speech non-stop and criticized everything that came out her mouth. 

 “You used to talk perfect when you were younger and know you sound like a ghetto chick,” her mother would say.

“You always talking ‘bout someone and criticizing them. You don’t have the best speech in the world either,” she would say to make her mom feel just as bad.

“You need to practice the way you speak and improve on it. Stop talking all loud and ghetto like your not educated,” her mom replied. 

“I am very educated and speak perfectly fine,” she would say. And from there she would just leave the problem alone.

Not until she was in her English class that she realized everyone talks 

differently and everyone has there own form of talking and understanding each 

other. Everyone talks a way based on their ethnic group or were there from. Whether 

they’re from the city or if they’re from the country everyone has there own certain 

speech. And when she realized that she realized that there is nothing wrong with the 

way she speaks or her attitude. That girl also realized that she can’t try and be 

something she isn’t and faking it won’t get her anywhere, and that girl was me.