testimony
the year was 1972, the place, well i wasn't born for another 36 years, so lets just take it as unknown. they tell me they were the brightest two lads in the entire lake district - Jack, with his bright blue eyes and big ideas and little Danny, the shy, industrious one. I owe everything to them. they made me who I am today.
But honestly, i wasn't as happy as I sound today. let that be a lesson for all of you. i struggled. the first few months were tough, and i tried hard not to reminisce. Day after day, i would stand in my place, isle 7, towards the back. “stand straight!, dont slouch” they would say. i’d try and lean against the walls sometimes, but always get caught.
i wasn't one of them. thats what i always heard.
one of them. hah. what a joke. i dint have the right ‘look’ it seems. i think it was just my colour. the white’s were elite, they were almost never around. got picked early and never bothered to look back. the blacks, pardon my french, were the crowd favorites. they’d lean alongside each-other with their shiny personalities and ripped exteriors, just waiting to be picked. where would a brownie like me ever stand a chance? we were left to do what we’ve done best since the very beginning of time - mingle and multiply.
we shall take over the world i tell you, one day, yes sir, we will.
but i digress. this skepticism towards the world lasted only till last year March. I hit puberty i guess. he came in all high spirited, looking for the blacks. i know, he wont admit it now, but i know. the white’s were never in his league. it was love at first sight. his soft lanky fingers and my crunchy voice. we were a bunch of tuneless idiots. an odd couple for sure. i admit, i wasn’t an ebinez or a washburn...just a little country gal with a darn good figure and hardly the weight to match. but to think of it, he wasn't any great shakes either. i suppose thats why we choose to be together.
I’m Rosemary by the way. (pause) yes, yes, i know, but parsley, sage or thyme are hardly valid options. this one time he called me Mrs. Robinson. ‘its time to B major and not A minor’ he said.
needless to say i showed him an F, and remembered to make it sharp.
But honestly, i wasn't as happy as I sound today. let that be a lesson for all of you. i struggled. the first few months were tough, and i tried hard not to reminisce. Day after day, i would stand in my place, isle 7, towards the back. “stand straight!, dont slouch” they would say. i’d try and lean against the walls sometimes, but always get caught.
i wasn't one of them. thats what i always heard.
one of them. hah. what a joke. i dint have the right ‘look’ it seems. i think it was just my colour. the white’s were elite, they were almost never around. got picked early and never bothered to look back. the blacks, pardon my french, were the crowd favorites. they’d lean alongside each-other with their shiny personalities and ripped exteriors, just waiting to be picked. where would a brownie like me ever stand a chance? we were left to do what we’ve done best since the very beginning of time - mingle and multiply.
we shall take over the world i tell you, one day, yes sir, we will.
but i digress. this skepticism towards the world lasted only till last year March. I hit puberty i guess. he came in all high spirited, looking for the blacks. i know, he wont admit it now, but i know. the white’s were never in his league. it was love at first sight. his soft lanky fingers and my crunchy voice. we were a bunch of tuneless idiots. an odd couple for sure. i admit, i wasn’t an ebinez or a washburn...just a little country gal with a darn good figure and hardly the weight to match. but to think of it, he wasn't any great shakes either. i suppose thats why we choose to be together.
I’m Rosemary by the way. (pause) yes, yes, i know, but parsley, sage or thyme are hardly valid options. this one time he called me Mrs. Robinson. ‘its time to B major and not A minor’ he said.
needless to say i showed him an F, and remembered to make it sharp.
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