Life

SO…I’m officially annoyed. Can we just go back to you like who you like, I like who I like, we Support our people fair and square? Can we leave the MORON and the moronites on MORON Mountain? Equal and Fair, the world is changing, it’s a win win for no one except the super, extra, ultra, have more money than they can count people. You, me, us, guess what? We ain’t none of them, they are not are friends, they don’t want us in their circle. Greed. Division is what they want, you don’t like me, I don’t like you, you think the sky is baby blue, I say eggshell, the crew over their say it’s groovy gray…embrace our differences, it’s what makes us as a collective GREAT! Everybody used to one to be us, but now we don’t know how to act. I feel like we are in a twilight zone episode, better yet, we slid like the show sliders into a parallel world, where stupid was smart and smart was offensive. Where the sun was blocked by a giant orange germy film that sucked love out of the air and repla

Trauma. Growing up in the hood makes you have forms of PTSD for real. The hood, the block, the barrio anywhere That has gun play night after night, shootings, beatings and death looming on the outskirts. Rich folks don’t know about that life. They sit tucked away in guarded gated spots, been out of the storm of real life too long. When people try to remind them of where they started, we often see, they didn’t start from The bottom at all, they have been protected always. Maybe the middle, but too many just started at the top. You can’t see that people who are working and humping need more than the pittance you offer, while The gluttony of your own desires, fills your pockets to the brim, in the midst of a “pox”, You don’t see Where the struggle is really real, you can’t see past your designer duds. You can't stay in the house. Folk like that only see, when they get direct impact. When they can no longer afford their life toys, when trouble and pain pay a visit to your door