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Post by Auset on Mar 28, 2004 15:33:05 GMT -5
Peace fam, this is a skit that I'm going to be doing tomorrow at George Wythe High School. I've done two speakings already, the first one went by great but the second one I felt distracted there was too much going on in the class. So for the next class I decided to do something different. If you ever find yourself going to speak to a school and to help the youth and don't know what to say, feel free to use this skit.
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Post by Auset on Mar 28, 2004 15:40:56 GMT -5
This skit is for you, I believe in all of you, that you have a divine likeness to overcome all that you are going through. There are some of you whom feel that life is a game, this skit is to let you know that it is too short, you have a chance to get over what you are going through and you have a chance to make your life beautiful. No one is going to respect your life like you. No one is going to respect your goal but you. If you allow someone else to steal your opportunity, it is on you. I understand that you can get unfocused. So this if for you, to let you know life is not a game. Every character in this skit is real, these are real stories, allow them to touch your life. Because life is not a game.
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Post by Auset on Mar 28, 2004 15:45:40 GMT -5
Kris: Life is not a game, at the age of twelve I became pregnant with my first child. Because my body was not mature enough to handle giving birth when I was in labor they had to crack my hip bone out of socket and in result I had stitches literally from the roota to the toota. My daughter was beautiful but she had a rare disease. At three months she died in her sleep. I was only thirteen at the time. Life is not a game.
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Post by Auset on Mar 28, 2004 15:48:49 GMT -5
Beth: Life was a game to me. I had it all, my mother gave me everything I wanted. My father spoiled me the same fighting for my attention from my mother. I got into drugs, first cigarettes, weed, then pcp and finally crystal meth. I’ve tried everything. Life was such a game to me, until my fifteenth birthday when I over dosed I no longer have the leisure of playing the game of life.
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Post by Auset on Mar 28, 2004 15:57:56 GMT -5
Dana: Life is a game. Sex is my life. I’ve been having sex since the sixth grade. My father died when I was ten. So if you are looking for an excuse for my demise, there you go. Because I don’t have a father figure I look for comfort in men, and sex and nothing is wrong with that. I had three children before I reached 18. Never graduated from high school and I’d rather live in a shelter than take the rules of my family. I wont go back there. They don’t love me, they don’t! They want me to be all tight like them, not having fun not living life. So what if I don’t have any morals to pass to my children. As long as they know that life is a game.
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Post by Auset on Mar 28, 2004 16:03:24 GMT -5
Joe: I should have listened to my cousin Nikki. I wish she would have never left me. She went down to Virginia for school. She left me here. I remember when she would see me catching the bus in the middle of a school day she would bring me back to school. She was the only one who cared. In the eyes of an orphan child. Who cared about me? Because when Nikki left, no one pulled me off the street. Especially not that day, I remember it was warm. July was making a player feel good. My homegirl was telling me how this cat owed her money. So I step to him, at wawa’s by PT and ask him about the dough. One hundred dollars. He of course got all ra ra ra and rose up on me! Did he know who I was? I was Joe Joe! I was the one reppin PT, bringing the hood good news. But all the noise stopped when he shot me, in the chest. I fell back in slow motion and hit the pavement. I felt my blood get cold, and the last thing I remembered before I closed my eyes was Nikki telling me Life was not a game.
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Post by Auset on Mar 28, 2004 16:15:37 GMT -5
Yusef: Life is not a game. I’ve been locked up too many times for me to remember. Last time I went in, I told myself I wasn’t going back. I had a child, she was beautiful. She had grey eyes; she got that from my momma. I loved her so. Her name was Star Mecca. I wasn’t going back in I needed to see her grow. No more bloody Fifth Avenue for me. So I was hitting the studios hard, my street name was Jesus, the Spanish pronunciation. My rhyme was tight; I had the complex rhyme structure level. I had it all figured out. I’d given up the things I used to do for Mecca. One night, I’m walking out the door of the studio going back home. A cop approached me, asked me what I was doing out so late. I told him man I’m just going home. I can’t even tell you why he did what he did next. Shot me in my leg, then the next until he emptied the clip. Then he refilled it and came closer as he emptied it in my arm, then the other arm. I lay lifeless on the street. He walked up on me and he must have had a vendetta on a man whom looked like me, because he held that gun up to my skull and in point blank, he shot me in the skull. I was a vegetable for two weeks. The cop claimed self defense. They never found a gun in three hundred yards around me. How was it self defense? So as I lay in my vegetated state, I prayed that someone would tell my daughter that life is not a game.
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Post by Auset on Mar 28, 2004 16:22:11 GMT -5
Danny: Life is not a game. I did right by everyone. I wasn’t fighting in the streets, I wasn’t slinging. I was just a fifteen year old in the wrong place at the wrong time. On the corner of Hollister and Stratford Ave. is where I met my maker. Chilling amongst a group of my friends I had on a black bubble coat. Winter in Connecticut is no joke. We’re all kicking it, doing what home boys do. Until a cat rolled up on me and shot me, he said I looked like someone he had it out for. I guess it wasn’t my lucky day. Life is not a game.
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Post by Auset on Mar 28, 2004 16:31:51 GMT -5
Val: I had the same opportunities as my cousin Cathy. We were pregnant at the same time. I had both of my parents she didn’t. We were both seventeen when we got pregnant but I was on my first and she was on her second. My daughter was my joy, and then when I had my son, you could barely pull me apart. Until I found about cocaine, I thought I loved my kids until I found cocaine. It was so depressing, Cathy was getting jobs, and her kids weren’t giving her problems. My daughter has always been hot in the behind and then her father had to die and leave me with the responsibility of taking care of her. Why can’t mothers give up! Why is it that a man can get a woman pregnant and bounce? I hate that, so I left, I gave up. I was out. Well mostly, I was in when the cocaine needed to meet my blood stream. That’s when I’d come home to find something to sell for my next hit. I needed it! I sold my body for it, my dignity, it was the only thing that loved me at that point. And all I can hear is Cathy telling me life is not a joke. How she couldn’t be a mother to my kids and how my daughter was going off the hook. I don’t have time for that. I need my drug, not my life
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Post by Auset on Mar 28, 2004 16:49:15 GMT -5
Nikki: Life is not a game. I’ve gone through a lot in my lifetime. My mother had me when she was young and my brother when she was even younger. My father loved to beat my mother and my brother and me. I could have traveled down many roads, but my mother always told me life is not a game. I have been working since I was ten for my mother’s laboratory; I was earning $10 a week. By fourteen I was housekeeping for my godmother earning $50 a week. When it was time for me to go to high school I opted to go to a trade school so that I could learn to do hair. I began to work in a salon my sophomore year washing hair for $4 a head. By my senior year I was running the salon. All this while still housekeeping for my godmother. I was working two jobs during school and three in the summer time. Just to get away from it all. There is much more I can tell you about my hardships but I’d rather tell you more about my survival. I went to Virginia Union but could only afford one semester. From January 2000 to February 18 2000 I was homeless. This was because I didn’t want to go back home to Connecticut. I couldn’t take anymore of the abuse. My father and I had been fist fighting and I seen him hit my mother one too many times. So I would rather live homeless in Virginia than to endure one more day home. I worked at Bullets from 9 in the morning to 5 at night and then Mc Donald’s from 9 at night to 5 in the morning. I started to work as a teller for Wachovia in July 2000 and by 2001 I was running the teller line. By 2002 I was not only a customer service representative but I was also acting manager for the bank. In 2003 I left and helped my mother run a woman’s clothing boutique in downtown Richmond. Which helped me towards my ultimate goal of owning my production company Auset Ausar Productions and publishing a poetry compilation that is dear to my heart, “Reflections of a Woman” To me, life was never a game and it never will be. I believe in your dream, but no one will believe in it like you. Make every day worth living.
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Post by Auset on Mar 28, 2004 16:49:36 GMT -5
That's it, tell me what you think, use it if you like! Enjoy!
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Post by Simply_Uneque on Mar 29, 2004 9:53:04 GMT -5
I was really feeling those. They brought tears to my eyes.
You are so right... LIFE IS NOT A GAME!!!!!
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Post by Grits on Mar 29, 2004 11:29:13 GMT -5
Good job Aussie...much love babygirl!!!
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Post by Simply_Uneque on Mar 29, 2004 14:16:41 GMT -5
So how did it go Aussie?
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Post by Auset on Mar 29, 2004 14:29:42 GMT -5
It went great, the students enjoyed it, I had a few that tried to test me but I had to keep them in order, one girl kept interrupting me talking about I'm hungry, you know I wanted to go off right, like you know I'm doing this for you! So I told her, I can make it long or short. and for everytime she talked I kept going. It was good though.
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