Just getting by

Just getting by I been there a while. Not knowing what’s for dinner. Not knowing what tomorrow may bring. I hoped every night that tomorrow would bring a better day,But it didn’t. It only brought more struggle and sorrow. People say that kinda shit builds character,But what is character worth in a world full of fakes. I’m like fuck it. I got to get out here and make it I’m tired of just getting by ,But hell it ain’t no where to turn. The streets only get you locked in a cage,Or dropped six feet deep in a box. Can’t go to the government there out of order. And doing your own thing takes money.can’t find a job for all the reasons above,So what is there left to do. Where is there to turn. I guess I’ll keep on getting by.

Blanglish

Blanglish or Ebonics as we so love to call it. I am not sure where;are why it started,But in my opinion I think it’s something we use as a cop out to learning correct English. I have Heard all the excuses as to why we talk this way,they tell me it’s our culture, it’s cool,they don’t want to learn the white mans language,they say it’s not important to be proper. Then you have got the opinion of other races. They say it’s ignorant to talk that way. It’s uneducated. They say we must not have home training. When I hear these opinions and reasons for talking this way. I think to my self look where we have came to as a people. We descend from royalty and now we can’t even talk. I hate the way black people are viewed in America. A lot of its self inflicted. I believe we will over come it ,and before the end of time we will ascend back to greatness. I have to believe that. It’s what gives me the drive to continue. It’s what I raise my kids to know. It’s my whole purpose for existing.

The dreamer

They call me a dreamer because I have high hopes for the future. Thoughts of Malcolm reincarnated manifested through my feelings. I wonder why those who have the most to say fall on deaf ears. Why those who have visions are often led by the blind. Giving there once colorful visions a now dark and gloomy overview.

The champ

Just a pic from when I first started boxing. Me an C. B. O. super middle weight champ joe Parker boxing at an event for the youth we made the front page of news papers in city an surrounding areas.

The people

I just wanted to take a minuet out of my bizzy day with my family an kids and say hello to the whole word press family and all the writers that see this and everyone that like comments an follows my material thank y’all all and I love y’all an i try to read an like and follow everyone that has a message in there work so once again thank you for the support and feed back is encouraged. Ps I’m working on a book so please stay tuned thanks

A Life of credentials

Credentials
Credentials are badges given and judged by society to say, “I’m better than you, or you’re qualified for this job, this frat, or that Fraternity”, but why do I have to have the credentials society up holds like being a Harvard, Princeton or Yale graduate? Well, all that’s nice, but its not me. I have my own credentials that I value. For example, my prison strips, my inked and Scarred body, My locks of wisdom, or my degree of graduating not being a statistic,or my credential of being a young black Entrepreneur. What about my ability to speak freely and let my soul bleed on paper while all my worries disappear with every stroke of my pen. Why aren’t my credentials good enough for your schools, or good enough for your jobs? Why is it that I am not welcomed to join your family’s. Why? But in the end, your only adding to my long list of budding credentials. So, for that, I thank you America.