The Crayon Story

Good morning class! Today we will draw our spirit animal, the teacher came around and handed out pieces of paper and told us to do your best, with the enthusiasm in my teacher's voice, I knew this had been planned for a while, the teacher then said, now go in your desk and grab your crayon boxes. I reached inside my desk and noticed my crayon box had been replaced. I was silent, I looked around the room for my crayon box, and when I looked and finally saw my crayon box, I noticed what belonged in fifth grade in a first-grader seat had burglarized me, oh God did this child not know who I am, quick send an angel too see what has happened over me, in my time of absents.  I stood up and went to this student, and told him those are my crayons, the giant looked at me and said what was I going to do about it,  oh how my mind began to ponder with thoughts, Oh God please send an angel just for me, to keep me at peace during my moment of affliction. I went to the teacher and told him Jonny has my crayons! The teacher didn’t care, I got so loud in that classroom about my crayons, that the teacher sent me to the office with a note and said I was disrupting the class, I told the principal that Jonny had stolen all of my crayons, the principal didn’t care, I wrote the superintendent because the teacher and principal supports bullying, the superintendent didn’t care either. I cried for a long time because I worked so hard to get those crayons, oh God have mercy on my soul, for emotions got the best of me; class went on without me but I was placed in detention, the teacher sent my work to detention where I sat for one week. I was given those same crayons that belong to Jonny, I did my class work with the crayons and I drew a T-Rex, as I was drawing my picture oh I thought about that fool, oh did the teacher assume I was destroying the environment! Oh, that foolish teacher, too lazy to see what Jonny had done, or is it fear, my mind began to attempt to understand what had happened and why was I blamed and punished for taking no abuse. When I was back in class, I didn’t like the teacher anymore, so I no longer participated in open discussions. The teacher now told us to bring in a project and our project was for us to wear our spirit animals. When the day came so many came feeling inspired to present their projects, and I came to class with nothing. The teacher glanced at my drawing and asked where was my t-Rex project. I just looked at my teacher and said nothing. All of the other students called themselves lions, so many call themselves lions, maybe I was Daniel in the lion's den. The teacher walked off and said he would come back, the instructor decided to make an example out of me because everyone had their project besides me. I was told to go stand in front of the class with my picture and explain why was I the T-Rex. I stood in front of the class, oh the emotions that ran through me wished to flip the classroom upside down oh God please see that the angel understands me, for I will play nice and I will give my reporting but love it will lack, I opened and my mouth and said because all the t-Rex has to do is thump the lion. Jonny said well the T-Rex died off, I looked at Jonny and told Jonny the T-Rex did what the lion never could do, graduate. Jonny, you should understand that more than anybody, do you see anybody your age around? The teacher looked at me, dropped his mouth, and told me to take a seat. I went back to my seat and pulled my crayons out but they were Jonny's crayons, I had noticed while I was away Jonny had allowed other students to use my crayons. I didn’t mind anymore, I crossed my legs at my desk, and another student turned around and said you didn’t even come dressed like a T-Rex. I looked at the student and told the student because I’m something none of you are a human, you all are the Neanderthals that had to learn from my family, that’s why you all are using my crayons, so no I didn’t come dressed like the T-Rex because when I graduated, I graduated into a full human, but have the power and the privilege to be all the animals because you all gave me all of the power you all have by using my crayons to draw those pictures. The teacher stood up and said that’s enough! I had nothing further to say I proved my point, and with my legs crossed I was ready for the next lesson, oh they just didn’t know what they were doing disturbing me. The teacher was silent for a long time as if he didn’t know what to do about this situation. After time passed by the teacher passed out the next assignment, this assignment was for everyone to write an essay on what it means to not bully and we had until the end of the day to finish our assignment. When the teacher had sat at his desk, I got up and went to his desk and told him, I can do the assignment but it will take me more than one day to do it because that’s a special assignment, the teacher looked at me and told the class one week on the assignment, I went and sat in my seat and thought long and hard about what I would call my assignment, I called it the Garden of Vision. 

Some of us don’t use pain misery and death to succeed, I’m not ashamed of my past, but pain and misery are not why I exist. Love and compassion is who I am pain and misery just came into the picture uninvited. I was asked who was I. For I am a creator over many subjects, I looked at that child who cried because someone had stolen all her crayons. I almost cried with you child because I knew how bad that hurt. Child know one day you are going to draw a picture and it’s going to be one of the most famous pictures that will never be replaced or destroyed but pain and misery didn’t inspire you, love and compassion did. You and I are love so even when those bad days came, you didn’t die, it may have felt like you died because your spirit had been irritated but child I see those tears rolling down your face, one day child you won’t cry anymore because I taught you push push pass. Look at that necklace around your neck, remember when we sang the Voodoo Bee song together? On your best day remember me and on the day you are ashamed to speak, remember me because I love you on your strongest day and your weakest moment, Mom.           

Dear congregation it has been an honor to have been your minister, I do not leave you but I have earned a new seat, so I will step up a level, in my place will sit 50 Royal families, and all the children will sit under the royals and follow their instructions. Thank you, your First Lady.