40oz For Breakfast...What Ever Happened To Folgers In Your Cup?

I wish I would have written this an hour ago when it first happened. My mom had just dropped me off that the bus stop at 48th & F. Anyone who knows this little mini hood (I ain't hatin' if you live there, I'm just sayin'), knows that it's not the best residence this side of E St. So, I'm standing there, like I do most mornings waiting on the 5. Normally, ain't NOBODY outside at 9:30am. Today, it was a little different. I saw this lady standing in the doorway of her apartment SCREAMING at her son. He was taking his sweet time to get up and get out to school. She was cursing to no avail. Uttering the words "I'mma BEAT YOUR ASS TIL YOU GET HOME! What? What?" (you know how you mumble under your breath and your mom/dad plays Lil' Wayne with the 'what? wha-what?') Now, I didn't stare (I ain't no damn fool. Got slightly more sense than I appear to have). I did however, listen very closely to the words she was saying to her son. She was scolding dude for not going to school. Scolding him for not being ready on time. I was a lil'...mmm...perplexed at the irony of the situation. There were about 3 other folk out there watching this situation play out. They were sitting in lawn chairs watching, listening, and giving side commentary. Now, I know all too well about being screamed at in the morning for not getting up to go to school. Every single day during middle school and high school, at about 6:50am, like clockwork, my mom would bust through my door (I'm sure she just opened it, but I have to be dramatic) and say "Eb...time to get up." What did I do, pretend I didn't hear her. She'd come back 15 mins later "Evelyn, GET UP! You're gonna be late..." She'd come back 5 mins later "EVELYN! GOD DAMMIT I SAID GET UP!!! I'M NOT PLAYING WITH YOU!!!! Shit..." Did I have an alarm clock? No. She was snooze. So watching this young man get roasted in front of his friends and random other people brought me back. I felt bad for him though. When he finally came downstairs amid all of this yelling, everyone was watching him. He walked outside and started walking the opposite way, toward the back of the apartments. He was looking for his buddies. All the people, including his mom were like "No nigga! You're going the wrong fucking way! They already went that way..." Just killin' him. Don't you hate when you are getting scolded and your first move is scrutinized like a mutha!? So he finally made his way down the street toward Cajon or something. The whole time he was walking toward the street, his mom was cussing him out. I'll never forget this, she screamed "GO TO SCHOOL!" That moment, right there...tells me, I gotta teach. These kids today have absolutely nothing exciting them about going to school. I felt for this kid. I watched him walk with the Bruh Man slow bop toward school. I just watched him. He's supposed to be walking toward his future, but dude can't stay woke. I got to thinking about what would cause him to oversleep. Oh, I dunno, the fact that he's probably lived in abject poverty his whole life. The fact that there is no inspiration around him to do better with himself since his mom is drinking MGD at 9:30 in the morning, and her friends are watching him get grilled. I thought about what's taking place today-Barack Obama's convention speech. I wondered if they were gonna watch it. The mom was screaming at her son "GO TO SCHOOL!!!" The son should have shouted it back at her...

Can We Pray?

Ask yourself this question:
How many times have you told God about everything that's going on inside of your heart and mind? How many times did you take the time to listen to what he had to say?

See, I'm a new Christian (it's been like 3 years since I got Saved), and I am struggling with being "Christian Enough". It seems like my faith in God is stronger at times, than at others. I struggle, daily, with telling the Lord all of my troubles. A lot of times, I am embarassed to talk to the Lord, because I feel like everything that I worry about is so insignificant compared to the worries of others. I feel like, all of the feelings that plague me, are solvable. I shouldn't be bothering God with the small stuff. I sit, almost everyday, and come to God with the same sad story. Brokenhearted, counterproductive me. I want to do good. I want to pick myself off of the ground and march on. It is SO difficult to do sometimes though. I draw all of my strength from the Lord. However, I subconsciously think that I am so strong that "Hey, I'll get through it." When in all actuality, I end up dwelling on it even further. How do you 'let go, and let God'? Countlesss times, I have handed over my worries to God and said "Lord, I'm putting it in your hands." With open arms, he accepts my worries. Somehow, someway, I manage to wiggle back to his hands and take them back out and try to fix them myself. The best relief comes as soon as you hand over your worries. The 'in between' time is good too, because you learn things. You test your faith. The problem is, the things you learn after you hand over your worries to God seem to be 'good enough' to handle the worries, so you take your worries back and say "Chill God, I got this." These are my struggles, and I'm sticking to them, so help me God.
"I've been here all morning..."-Kem

$100

Gone. Never to return to my hands the way I left it. How do you lose $100? I surely hope the person who found it, really needs it. That way, they'll appreciate it. Kind of like a relationship huh? You lose a love and you hope that the person who finds your lover, really needs them. That way, they'll appreciate them. Say for instance, I spent the rest of my natural born days dwelling on the $100 bill I lost today. That would make it the highest valued thing that's out. If you dwell on what you have/had, that's all you'll ever have. Think bigger than $100. Think bigger than the situation you just got out of. If you don't, all you'll ever have is small potatoes. It all comes back to you, and it multiplies exponentially if you have your faith in the right place. My mom gave me $70 more, but she said "You better be glad you didn't lose that $700, cuz I wouldn't be as nice!"
"Say goodbye to love...I feel like I'm nowhere"-Kenna