Keep On Keepin On
I work with clients who have been verbally, physically and sexually abused. They have been told they’re nothing, been partially raised by substance abusing parents, by grandparents who don’t want them, by siblings who have children of their own who my clients are helping to raise.
And, still, they come to school. They hope for a job, for a better grade in math, to not cuss out their teacher next time, to have a better relationship with their friends or romantic partners. They hope to be liked and loved. They worry about what others think and do, and how their friends feel and if their family members are safe.
They wish for the latest kicks, jackets, styled weaves and haircuts. They get their nails done. They try to be satisfied with birthday presents (if there’s enough money for their parents to get them one) and overlook their stepdads getting drunk at parties.
They go to their own parties and make decisions for themselves which they think are the best at the moment. They sometimes think about the future they want for themselves or their children (born and unborn). They often dwell in the past that has left such indelible marks on them.
And they get pissed. A lot. They lose friends and family members to violence or incarceration. And they mourn in the best ways they know how and then move forward, one foot in front of the other. And they tell off the teachers they don’t like because they’re angry and they don’t know any other way to express the hurt and pain.
And, they keep going.