...the rules or not…civilized or not!
this post will not find it’s way into the hearts of many and still there will be some who “YES I GET IT!”
worse case, you die, your dead, and that is it…!
so if that is it, why the “HELL” would you care about a legacy of “be good, go to school, get a job, do a good job, get a raise, get married, buy a house, have children, and live for 60 years the life that 80% or more of the people around you will live.
there is beauty in a child who looks at me (my son and otherwise) “YOUR FAT!” i am not challenged in some politically correct way. “I HAVE MORE FRICKN’ WEIGHT ON MY BONES THAN I WANT!”
if five feet tall is short then be short don’t some “DULL GREY SHADE” of “height challenged!”
my roots cherokee enough for a card, yet that is only a small portion of my roots. why the hell would i only care about you calling me an “AMERICAN INDIAN!”
my children without guidance or correction on my part have always referred to a black person as “BROWN.” i have had so many conversations with blacks where being black was it, not being “AFRICAN AMERICAN.”
have you ever noticed how children “STARE?” they are curious, they want to know “WHY ARE YOU DIFFERENT” from me?”
a child does not fear the handicap, they do not fear the homeless, a child loves with curiosity.
why then do we insist on complementing a child for being still for thirty minutes or more…and then never share with them how beautiful it is when they smile and laugh.
why the “HELL” would a child want to be an adult?
have you ever watched a child as they make first contact with another child…they are like magnets…they can hardly stand it…they want to know…they want to touch…
“THEY WANT TO EXPERIENCE!!!”
if growing up is what i have to do for you to think better of me…then go find another thread this one isn’t for you.
i want to “BREATH,” i want to “FEEL,” i want to “TRUST,” i want to “LIVE MY LIFE.”
pardon my french, “WHO THE HELL ARE YOU, TO SAY OTHER WISE!”
when i see someone hurting “I WILL ASK…,” when i hear something that doesn’t seem to fit “I WILL SAY SO…,” if my experience and or observation doesn’t matter to you “THEN IGNORE IT!”
POLITENESS WON’T CHANGE what hides behind locked doors, POLITENESS WON’T CHANGE those who feel “THEIR WAY IS THE ONLY WAY!” POLITENESS WON’T give you or me the “FREEDOM TO CHOOSE!”
i don’t care what color or race or sex you are…do you really want to talk, do you really want something better, are you willing to be “UNCOMFORTABLE” i am!
are you willing to cry and feel with me both in sadness and in joy?
are you willing to laugh until you pee your pants and then be so angry that you can’t see straight?
don’t follow my path, walk beside me, let’s talk “HEART-TO-HEART” about what it means to be “YOU,” to “BE ME!”
with frustration and joy,
ps: breath james, breath…;-)
pps: all i know for sure is that my heart will no longer sit quietly on the sidelines of life. if i don’t say it quite right, or you don’t get it, just be ok with that…like you i am only the messenger!