I've always been a GREAT writer, but the question that I had to answer in graduate school was simple: to whom? My prose engaged palpable imagery and convoked the very intellectual senses that inspired my thirst for knowledge.
As the city sidewalk narrowed, she looked me dead in the face and gave me an unmistakable smile but she never slowed down. Just as the savory scent passed me, she gently and lovingly says, “Hey, Bae!” I turned all the way around and started taking my phone out because she confirmed her delicate nod of affirmation with those sweet words.
There is a moment when you simply cannot take anything else! Unsoothed by violence or words, a moment that disappointment crumbles your sheltered anger. You are honestly so stunned that immediate actions could be volatile while passivity almost certainly guarantees doom.
I told her that my teacher was “picking on me” and she needed to handle it! Maxine Rush Jenkins set up a parent/teacher conference with ALL my teachers. I smiled. You see, every day, my mother took me to school and bought breakfast from Burger King. We talked and jammed to “Whoomp There It Is” and Mariah Carey’s “Dreamlover.”