A tale of two IDs…
On the first one above I think that I was a freshman in high school. Junior High School had already started to challenge my outlook on humanity. The difficulties and struggles I faced during that time were only a preview of what was to come. When I started High School, the last bit of innocence and hope I had was slowly worn away by my peers from day one.
It’s interesting how no one really knew the story behind those eyes. I masked it with a smile and humor. Even while going through those tough moments, I tried to lighten the mood and laugh it off. I disliked how I felt going to school, whether it was lunch, the bathroom, or any of my classes. It was a very hard time for me. I don’t want to go into all the details here, but if you’d like to learn more about what I experienced, you can read this piece on why I dropped 
This second ID picture was taken after I left high school. As I mentioned, that period was very difficult, and I left due to what I endured each day. This picture was taken when I had just started the girls club vocational training program. There I met several people, but the most important one was Mrs. Cerette Thompson. She guided me when I needed it most. You can read more about that Just a life long New Yorker sharing the journey through my lens.
Leave a Reply