Classism… Racism.. you don’t understand my plight..

It's worth something...
It’s worth something…

I never thought that I would have to deal with racism or classism so much this past year.

With everything going on in the news, it all is so overwhelming.

One thing I know for sure, is that you can not convince someone who doesn’t want to believe that racism is still alive and kicking.


I was brought up to believe that everyone has good in them no matter the race, color, or where they are from.

My family did not teach us to  love anyone any different then we loved our cousins ( you know everyone has that one crazy cousin that acts a donkey from time to time).

I’m glad that my family taught me that way of thinking, because if I was exposed to the media and the actual facts on what went on with black people, I  honestly admit i would be a jaded person with prejudice in my heart..

but thank goodness for a loving  level head mother.

With whats going on in Ferguson and across the united states isn’t just racism.. it’s also classism and authoritative power struggles.

Micheal Brown didn’t die just because he was black.. he died because someone with authority thought his life didn’t mean anything,, just like Eric Garner and many others.

I could go on and on about this subject.. but I won’t because I have two sons that will eventually be teenager, and it hurts my heart to think it could very well have been them laying in the street like discarded trash for over four hours.

Anyone who may read this, whether black, white, poor or wealthy.. look at it from a different prospective before you discuss this. It could have been your child, your niece, your nephew or neighbor.

What if it was private school  Ethan walking from the store.. what if it was Allison crossing the road, what if it was Sajiv walking in Walmart.


Life is precious.. value it.





Dear Facebook friends.. If I can’t borrow money from you..we can’t be friends any longer

No New Facebook Friends
No New Facebook Friends

After my week hiatus from Facebook and Instagram.. I am a bit embarrassed.

I noticed that I was a complete over sharer to people who I can’t possibly borrow money from.

Let me  explain.

So many “friends” we privy to my family pictures.. my emotions, and my over all view… But why?

Half for them are family, the other half, if I saw them on the street, they wouldn’t even speak to me.

If I can’t have a decent conversation with you on the phone nor on the sidewalk, you can’t see my vacation pictures, or my 1 y/o sliding down the stairs and landing in a split.

So bottom line.. if I can’t borrow money from you (most family members I can, but won’t) the we can no longer be friends…

Thank ya.. and God bless