Good morning, sunshine.

“Ain’t that the truth.”

Hi, I’m Melanie.

I’m real. I have a heart. I have a soul. I have eyes and ears, I have friends and family. I have people that love me and I love them.

Most of you don’t KNOW me. But you LOVE to talk. You love to say whatever you want about me, even if it isn’t true. You love to spread rumors all around and hope that it pummels me into the dirt.

For that, I thank you. Thank you SO MUCH for NOT knowing what I’ve been through, because none of you obviously give a rat’s ass.

Drama. I don’t want it, I don’t need it, I’m better than it. But YOU certainly can’t survive without it. Find someone else to brawl with. I may be young but I can definitely think straight.

“Pussy nigga bitch?” Me? Ahah! Well, I guess “you just don’t got no done damn mannurs, you unciviliized!” Hi, I went to school, and my teachers taught me well. I know how to read a book and write complete sentences!

At least I’m furthering my education. I actually try in life. I give as much as I can back to my parents because of all of the things they worked so hard for and did for me.

I NEVER start fights. But somehow, it always shows up and doesn’t want to leave.  I’m better than that. I’m better than you. I appreciate what I have and I care about everyone that DESERVES to be cared for. I just brush that dirt off. -Shower daily, guys.

I grew up when I was 8. Did y’all? One of my best friends and her family was killed when I was in 1st grade. You don’t even know what death is. I know what respect is; how to give it, how to get it. I knew the world was fucked up. I learned to do things by myself. I learned how to cook, clean and help other people because MY PARENTS raised me to be a good person.

I guess you forgot or never learned any manners.

I’m not stupid. I’m not dumb. Don’t call me something that I’m not.

You’re “gonna get all up in my face?” Guess what? I’m just going to slap my hand on your ugly face, give a push, and politely ask you to move, because, dear people, you have rudely invaded my personal space and you are in my way. I’m going somewhere, and you can’t stop me :)

You. You never had a bunch of friends die when you were young. You never watched your cousin’s parents cry while they watched his body lie in his coffin. You never had an ill parent. You were never accused of something that you never did. You love to fight and start things. You never tried to bring your family back together. You never tried your best in school. You never tried to give anything good back to the world. You were never told when you were little to “find your own friends” by someone who you thought WAS your friend.

Suddenly, I’m “not talking to you?” Uhh, because I’m not a talker? If you want to talk to me, then YOU make the effort. If YOU want to say something about me, then TELL IT TO MY FACE. I’m strong. I’m not afraid. I can take anything. But you can’t. Because you only know how to hide.

I am a person. I never want anything unfortunate to happen to anyone. But I guess you enjoy that.

I think before I speak. It’s a skill. Can you do that?

I work hard. I don’t give up. Because I go by a saying, “If you don’t work hard, then you don’t deserve a damn thing in the world.”

Lemme just snap my fingers in your face and walk away. Because I have people that I need to support.

Dear Grandpa in Heaven, thank you for watching me grow up, and letting me know that all I have to do is go forward. Everything behind me is but a useless piece of dust.

All I need is a nice voice to hear.

I’m tired of people yelling at me and accusing me for shit that I didn’t do, but this ONE PERSON made my day all better.. :) Thank you, second person that I called about my higher one card, because the first one was a jackass and yelled at me for asking one simple question. Thank you, for sounding so nice; for helping me and giving me an answer. Thank you.

Scratch that, you made my whole week better!