The Competition

At sixteen….

I won the trophy for “Best Looking Female” …

I WON

Me

Kish

See…

Things like this don’t happen to me…

And again…

It was commanded to me that I was gonna take part in this competition…

And that I was gonna accept the nomination…

And I was going to shut my mouth.

By the way, I hate competition…

God didn’t make ugly… I should’ve coined those four words…

They were always coming out of my mouth…

But they couldn’t free me of this competition that I didn’t freely enter into…

And so…

A young lady present at the time when all this Svengaliness was taking place…

And note…

She was also my opposing competition…

Condensingly says to me….

“If I lose to you, I’m gonna be pissed…”

See this is why I hated this sh*t…

It was in that moment…

Secretly in my heart…

I had wholeheartedly expected to win that competition…

Just to see her eat her words…

And she did…

But not as a foe… as a friend

You see…

We had been through so much that summer…

Including being sexually harassed by a white drunken math teacher in an all black college program for underprivileged urban high school kids…

Trust… It didn’t end well for him…

Or for me…

I’ll speak about it more at another time…

Oh…

The experiences my life has afforded me…


But when they called my name…

And the cheers…

And the applause rang out …

I looked for her…

And she was standing…

And applauding…

Cheering and smiling for me …

I felt her sincerity…

And as far as I know…

As she swallowed her words…

They went down sweet as honey…

As I accepted my trophy...

For the “Best Looking Female” …