Tuesday, November 6, 2007

America....

What exactly is America? It isn't the land of the free because you cant be what you want or say what you want, without getting ridiculed for it. You can't not believe in God, because again, you are looked badly upon. What is America? I have lived here all my life and still do not have a clue about what the hell it is. So in finding what my country stand for I have..... a poem....

America
The America
Land of the free
Prosperity and unity
Hope and opportunity
Some shape of unity

America
What it is perceived to be
A common misconception
Of a country that's suppose to make no exceptions
Of who you are, what you are, or how you got into this country by far
The up to not good
The ones that don't but should
The government that never understood
Of what America is, was, and not what it is supposed to be

Be free
Hopeful to see
But can't be free
Can't prosper
Can't look into the future and see
The oppression of the America
Holding me down under one piece.

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In The Households.........

In my hood, i notice so many families, where the mother is the head person of the household. Very few are led by fathers. Single parent households ,I have come to notice, can have various effects on the children within the household.

My brother and I both live in the same household, but our family life is somewhat different. My mother really doesn't count as the head of the family, I take my great grand mother to be the head matron. But in that, I have been with my great grand mother and she has raised and took care of me since I was two weeks old, and my brother didn't meet her until he was like 7 maybe. I take my "granny" way more seriously, and respect her more than i do my mother. My brother on the other hand is the opposite. He almost has no respect for her and sometimes listens to my mother, but gives her a lot of respect.

The difference comes in when it comes down to fathers. In my life, my father has reentered the picture, and right now is one of the best things that has happened over the past couple of years. He is there for support, guidance, and inspiration, whenever I need him. My brothers father on the other hand, is not in the picture, and I can see the effect it is having on him. He is becoming a statistic within this black society, and seems to not be coming out.

Me personally, was raised very protected, because my "granny" didn't want me to find out the bad things that was occurring in our society, and in life itself. But as my mother came into play, and my family began to build with my mother so-called coming back into the picture, I learned that life can be a bitch depending on how you treat her (excuse my language). Its true, how you see life, and how you take care of it, is the exact way life is going to hit you back. I learned to do for myself, to depend on myself, and to think for myself, and in that mother or not, father or not, I'm going to be just fine. But my brother, he depended on my mother to much, and now her depends on her for everything. And that is the reason why he is becoming a statistic. He doesn't think for himself to begin with. Whatever his friends tell him to do, he's going to do it, no matter how much I tell him it's the wrong thing. And when her end up in trouble, he depends on my mother to get him out, and like a dummy she does. And this is a repeated offence. He doesn't do for himself either. He wants everyone to cook and clean, for him, whats going to happen when he can't live at home anymore? I believe the root to this problem is there was never a father figure in his life.

Females, not to much, but I strongly believe that males really need a male role model such as "dad" to be in the picture. I truly believe, if he had that structure of a male role model, to help him learn how to be a man and what it takes to be a man, he would be better off. Some children can't do with just a mother or just a father, some can do good all by there self. But boys need that source of support, in order to actually reach there positive full potential. Without it, they are going to look to the streets, and look within gangs, in order to find that source of support that they want, and are longing for.

With that said, I believe that fathers and mothers need to step up to the plate, and do what they need to do. Because I believe, that the root of all gangs, is the fact that a child had no emotional and physical support within the household. And if a child can't get the support they need from a father or mother, than where are they going to get it from?
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Saturday, November 3, 2007

As A Child....

Growing up was not fun...it wasn't pleasurable......it was protected. I had some fun, but only limited fun, because I was raised by my great-grand mother and she couldn't do all the things a young mother or father could do. My mom was in and out, same as my father. All I had was me, my great grand mother and my brother. Then all of a sudden she wants to show up and just think everything is right...sorry but it wasn't. Me and my mom were never close and we still aren't. We are to different, to be related I think sometimes, but I know that I'm hers. It hurts when she talks about my dad, because he is in my life doing way better than he was before, really playing apart, but my mom about the same. Some days I would walk into the house, she wouldn't acknowledge me or even know that I'm there. My mom is still out there, and I wish she would straiten up, and stop doing the things she does, but I can only tell her so much. She may learn one day but when will that one day come? I also worry about ,my sister, because she is my pride and joy, and when I leave for college, what's going to happen to her? Whats going to happen to granny? How long would it be before my brother follow his daddy's footsteps and wind up in jail? He think life's a game and already had a criminal record. When will it all stop!!! I lay at night and I cry....I'm scared of what the future is going to bring.....and one night I stopped crying and I began to write..................

Mother I Cry

Tears from my eyes
Restless nights I try to sleep
Try to rest, but always think
About the future that lies in front of me
Mother I cry

When I leave from home
Whats going to happen?
With you set in your ways
And my brother who takes everything for play
My little sister who knows no better
To my great grandmother whose heart is light as a feather
Mother I cry

You holler, and holler
As a child, of you negativity is all I can remember
You always downin' my hardworking dad
But you were know better in the past
Mother I cry

All my fond memories from childhood
You are not in them
All my events I did
You didn't show up
It hurt my heart when you told me a lie
But as you can see I continued my life
Trying not to become what you have
But something bigger and better I try

Memories of the lies
Memories of the drugs
Memories of the thievery
Memories of the abuse
I remember it all....
Being left alone
While you go and do your drug deals
You being locked up almost my whole life
Because you never decided to get right
I go to crying to granny
Because you hurt me
And all you can do is holler at her
Because she found your thievery
Running from the police
Getting caught anyway
Looking at me
Then about face
I remember it all
And you are still not that much better
What's going to happen in our future life?
But mom...Right now...every night...I cry...
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