I was born in the back of a bus, my mother was on her way to work, to clean toilets and mop floors. My father collected trash. Honest work.
The books I was taught from were third hand with pages missing.
My mother learned from no books.
My father couldn't read or write.
The streets were my university and the penitentiary was my graduate school.
All Men Are Created Equal.
Peace Sista,
I just got done listening to the call-in program from Saturday night and just so you know, I’m there with you. I fight those feelings every single day and I can’t even tell you that it get’s better because it doesn’t, we just have to get better at handling it and channeling it. I’m ready when you are so make no mistake, it comes a time when the sitting is just sitting, rather your mouth be open or not.