Continued from part 1 ...
I have noticed how many kids are having children at younger ages, and how few married couples exist now. Divorce was a major taboo, even in the 80’s. Today it’s expected after 5 years. Marriage is just a thing to do, and is a correctable decision without consequence. In fact many ‘men’ think its better to have children without accepting the obligation they have to them. Rather than being ostracized they are glamorized, called baby-daddies and the like. That is just stupid.
Children are not some badge of honor, to be toted around to signify importance. Only a fool would consider them such. Only a fool would think that they have no need to be involved with their own offspring. Only such a fool would think this makes them a man. Yet the influx of fools seems to be on the rise.
Partially at fault are the women that allow men to do this. That any woman who would be with someone that has done such an act in the past, thinking that their child will make the difference or that this child will grant them access to the money or status they desire is obtuse. Equally to accept the status equal to that of a pedigree dog is below the realm of an individual with a brain. If you would want to be a HO, or hoochie, or other equally eloquent terminology then you should not complain about the life that status provides you. But there is so much more available.
I’ve watched as the status of Black men has become more criminal, in the media and in the courtroom, and the reaction of many women is not only to accept this as fact but to support it. Men are simple creatures, and perhaps lazy in a manner. We all do what it takes to gain the women we want in our lives. If our women accept less, the men try less. It’s a vicious cycle.
In my life I came to understand that the guys on the corner will still be there in 10 years, if they live that long. I have known friends to die for a plethora of reasons, each of them linked inextricably to the lifestyle they have chosen. I have watched women have several children, each with a different father; each child growing up with inferior social skills and less of a drive for intelligence than the last. I’ve seen these things spread like a disease, an infection transferred not by blood or germs or even genetics but by an active choice. I compare it to suicide, of the most slow and brutal manner.
And I realize it doesn’t have to be like this.
I have seen people on both coasts of this nation, as well as overseas. I have had wealth and lived homeless. I’ve learned other languages, while I’ve grown my ability to speak my native tongue. I’ve gained knowledge, from books and experience; that no one can ever buy or steal or remove from me. I have prospered for decades and so can you.
I’m not that special. I grew up poor, without the technology that is abundant now, or other creature comforts of the time. I went to public schools with books older than me. I worked from age 13 to help with the family bills. I had the same clothes through all of high school. I grew up knowing drug dealers and had the chance to become one. I’ve known gangs of all sizes and many friends were in them. People around me did not speak high English, some through no fault of their own. Yet I have persevered.
Finished in part 3...
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