Showing posts with label as I wax poetical. Show all posts
Showing posts with label as I wax poetical. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

There but by the Grace of God...

..Goes I.
I just heard this story about a girl my friend coaches. She's only 13, in 8th grade and she's slorin in a MAJOR way. She's already known as a school bop. For y'all not from round these parts a bop is a whore or a thirsty(for male attention)male/female. They had to send her home early because multiple girls wanted to fight her for slorin around with their significant others..You know how Lil' kids are..blame the other female instead of asking why "your man" was even in that situation. Now, the next part is intense. Not just because of her age but because of the gravity of the situation. Why don't you have a seat...go ahead. I'll wait........Okay. She was caught on the side of her apartment building having sex with two boys...yeah. She was in one of two situations that I wont go into because these are children and that's porn. Whats worse is that the ENTIRE school knows. This is sad for a multitude of reasons. First, the obvious, WHY IS A THIRTEEN YEAR OLD FUCKIN TWO DUDES?!! OUTSIDE?!!!!!! What does she dislike about herself so much that she would allow herself to be used in this manner? Second, where the FUCK is her mother? This kid is still in school, still on a basketball team, still kickin it with dudes?! What the EFF?!! If the entire school knows, why dont her parents? Does she have parents? At least one? If this child is not only sexually active but sexually advanced it's clear she learned it from somewhere so I'ma just come right out and say it.."who is touching this child?" Even in our overly sexual society little girls aint fuckin two dudes..OUTSIDE. This is a learned behavior. Why dont her parents care? Why the fuck hasn't a school official had a "come to Jesus" meeting with her?! Why?!
I was molested as a kid. I dont hide that fact as I have nothing to hide from. I know that pain and I know that shame. What upsets me is that I had support. I had someone tell me that there was nothing wrong with me. That I was good and priceless. I can only look at what this kid does as a cry for help. A loud one. Someone needs to sit down with her YESTERDAY and get to the bottom of this. Someone needs to get her out of whatever situation she's in that has her so low. I dont know why I wrote this. I guess I just wanted to put that out there. If you have a daughter/sister/niece/cousin/auntee(you know who ya'll are) hug her and tell her you love her. Tell her she's priceless and loved. Tell her no man is worth her sanity or her body.Tell her something. Yes we can.

Saturday, April 25, 2009

yup again

It is far too difficult to break off pieces of my affection for you
Crumble them up in tiny bits to smash into the corners of your pockets
I can no longer distinguish the parts of you from my own
and I feel that if I were to try
My core would be chipped away to nothingness and my soul would be left uncovered;
rotting in the brilliance of your smile
So instead of handing you shards of my broken being, I'll cut and paste us together
Sew us into one and cover over both our souls with the clay of our flesh
That way nothings too hard, no ones alone and nothings too difficult.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

yup

Reaching out a helping hand grasping in the darkness at nothing
You have once again failed to keep up your end of the bargain
How can I help you up if all you extend to me are fragments of time
Diamonds of sand slowly falling from the sky scattering across the ground
Helplessly held back by your own blockades you refuse to accept help
Running away while looking back you call out to me to save you
I cannnot pull you away from yourself. It is an impossible feat.
All I can do is reach.

HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY

HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY
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