Following failure
"God, you’re just like your brother!", "Keep it up and you're going to end up like Erica." Two sentences my mom would tell me almost every day. Now I’m getting told good job on my honor roll or "I can’t wait to see what the future holds for my baby boy."
Since I can remember, my big brother was a role model for me, when he went and ran the streets I wanted to be right by his side, when he talked back to my mom, I said everything he said too. I loved my big brother and I wanted to be just like him, but little did I know I was following failure. By the time I finished Jr. High I was heading down the same path as my older brother who had just happened to be in jail at the time. I didn’t really know what I was getting myself into, but I didn’t really care. Then came freshmen year, I was the person who was at every party, who had all the nicest things and knew all of the cool people. Little did I know that wasn’t important, what was happened to be was the homework that I had never done. After barely passing every class came my summer break, which happened to be around the time my cousin Erica had her first child at the age of 15.
The day she went into labor I was with her, just relaxing and doing what we normally did, just hanging out. She asked me what I wanted to be when I got out of high school, and to be honest I couldn’t tell her because I didn’t know. "You have to change your way of thinking Mikells, you see where your brother is, and look at me I can pop at any moment." She told me. I didn’t know why she really cared until I went into my sophomore year and my brother got out of jail. You would think that after being away for a while you wouldn’t want to run the streets but I guess we have to different ways of thinking, because one month later he was in again. I saw all of this happening and then what my cousin Erica said to me made since, I had to change in order to pass through what was happening in my family. I didn’t want a child...