The Remedy Of Jubilant(Marquavis Stubbs) Our elders constantly explained that everything we engage in has a time. They explained that there is a reason for the season while they repeatedly preached of ratiocination. You could think about those mental chattels for a while, yet you would just be of no avail. I should know, I've been through Lucifer’s palace and back, at least that’s what it felt like. Howbeit, I know a little about life. Life is unyielding and tenacious; it’s a play that you must stand your ground to reform into a fantasy so that you may learn to cope. We must endeavor to catechize all that life involves. When you’re an adult you don’t really listen to the speeches those tiny toddlers attempts to expose. It’s a mystery that we cannot clarify.
The stars were out and I sat on the porch comfortless and companion less. I felt a lack of lambency in the night and sense of disconsolation. I held my phone in my hand knowing that no one would bother to text or call. Woeful isn't it? I guess that’s the way that life is. My hands are cold and my legs shivered from the breeze that blew in. Every few seconds my throat would tickle causing me to whoop. My swarthy hair felt as if it was fractured. All that I could catch was a glimpse of is the trees and the road in front of my home. Speaking of home, I was home alone while my parents were out acting frolicsome. I was bored and not expecting some fairy godmother to appear and offer me a pair of shoes.
Out the corner of my eye I noticed a cluster of teens walking toward my direction. I wanted to immediately scamper into the house but I knew it would be too late to do so now, for they must have already spotted me. My heart cried and I was really nervous. It was group of four boys and two girls who appeared to be walking home from a party at a friend’s dwelling. Three of the boys were shirtless while the others talked loudly while using profanity.
I know you wonder why I would be apprehensive just from viewing a group of sham children. It’s in my heart. I have tons of fears from being a victim of domestic violence, bullying and so on. Out of all the things I’ve experienced bullying would have to be the catastrophe. It is a great evil that no one in their right mind would have the sense to oversee, at least that’s what the boss man would say.
“Hey you!” shouted a girl from the group. I continued to look down and I felt a sense of an asthma attack. I probably should have reciprocated because as long as I didn’t they would continue to try to communicate. “So you just gonna ignore me like I’m nothing?” she shouted. The other kids with her smirked or either laughed. Lord has mercy! There isn’t anything in the world that could have been so entertaining. After a couple of seconds the crew had made their way to the porch and they surrounded me as if I was going to try a prompt departure. “What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?” she asked me.
“I don’t know you, would you please go away?” I said softly. The girl glared at me as if I was speaking another language. She looked at her friends and they smirked and chuckled while she simultaneously kept a straight face. I looked at them all and then continued to look down at my lap. “Y’all chill!” she yelled. They almost instantly got quiet. She cleared her throat and looked at me. “You want to come kick it with us little Mexican?” she asked. “No” I said almost silently. They all just stared at me insolently.
“What we doing here talking to this stupid Mexican?” said a kid. My heart died a little on the inside. “Shut the hell!” the girl shouted. Once again they were almost instantly clammed up. The girl took a deep breath and appeared to be slight angry. That made me really scared. “This girl doesn’t want to cooperate,” she said to the other girl. The boys clinched their hands and the other girl removed her earrings from her ears. I immediately knew that bad news was about to come. I tightly gripped the chair that I sat in and I began to breathe the breaths of an infant. I could feel the tingling in my legs as they began to palpitate.
The crew walked up onto the porch and held me down. I felt a slight scream flowing from my lungs when the hassle began as they attempted to remove me from my seat. One guy with a scar on his chest stepped forward and spit his saliva on my face. Almost suddenly, tears began to rush down my face. The kids were serious and not looking for a small conversation. “Hold her up!” the girl shouted. “I want your cynosure in my direction. I’ve seen you around before little Mexican. You’re a racist aren’t you? Ignoring us like you don’t know what the hell we are saying.” I stared at her and my eyes burned from all of the tears.
“Alejarse de mi,” I cried. The kids looked at me speechless. I don’t know why but I knew that was something that I shouldn’t have said. They were quiet and the girl slightly nodded her head. “You’re useless little Mexican. You’re undesirable because no one cares about you or your family or any of your people. Heck, I don’t even believe you have the authority to call yourself a child of god.” My heart cried and the only sound that anyone could hear was the sound of the crickets in the trees. All of a sudden the girl struck me in the head with her shoe.
The other kids gasped as I completely fell to the ground from my upright position. “Dang, that’s enough Skylar,” said a kid. That must have only made her angrier because she began to spit repeatedly into my face. I began to see myself getting light-headed and my vision began to slur. Skylar kicked me and spit on me continually as many times as her body would let her. I was barely conscious and I think she noticed because that is when she began to calm down. “You see little Mexican? Now you will learn to show a little respect and stop being racist when someone from another race tries to speak to you! We were nice enough to let you come over here and steal all of the jobs from us and this is how you repay us?”
“Alejarse de mi,” I said softly. My body must have drained out all of its liquids through tears. Skylar came up to me and held my hair and she sniffed it and spit on it. “Give me the scissors,” she said. One of the shirtless dudes stepped up slowly as if he was nervous and handed her the scissors. I tried to struggle away but my body had no more energy left to even lift a finger. Somehow my body found some more tears and they began to pour as she slowly began to cut my hair off. The other kids laughed while she was in the middle of the process of torturing me. She stopped cutting and that’s when I felt the breeze of an empty scalp upon my head. She had cut off all of my hair.
The kids made no sound and they all got off of me and began to walk away. “You can tell someone about this because we don’t care. No one likes you anyway little Mexican!” screamed Skylar. In a couple of seconds the kids had disappeared down the road and they were out of sight. The wind blew and it felt as if it was cold and humid outside. I lost my breath and I couldn’t walk so I struggled on my hands and knees, crawling up my staircase and into my house. I left blood on the doorknob as I opened my door and luckily I was able to hop and leap up the stairs to the bathroom where I once again collapsed. In my mind I began to search for the fantasy world that I created in order to try to escape this one. I searched for a state of elation.
My mind wondered away and I could imagine visions of rivers and valleys in my head. My entire body continued to ache from the results of the beating. With that said, all I can imagine is a large blue ocean and a valley. The ocean represented each of my life’s problems and how bad they are and can be. The valley represented how hard I will have to work to overcome the obstacles. Skylar told me that I was not even worthy enough to be calling myself a human being.
There’s a remedy for the quandary of my can of worms. I need to leap over the hurdles and keep moving on. I need to ignore the thoughts in my mind because I am aware that the mind is a powerful thing that has the authority to influence tricks upon us. In other words, it’s okay for me to keep dreaming. They will never learn how to change their ways but it’s okay for me to continue to attempt to convert.
I want to laboratory in my mind. I want to find that little office that would give me an idea on how to invent this remedy. There is a remedy out there somewhere in our minds. I will continue to look for it, until I have nothing us inside of me that can relate to energy. I’m tired of this bullying. I may just be an immigrant, but I will be known as someday as the girl who created something very powerful, the remedy of jubilant.

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