Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Daddy's Little Girl
"The true worth of a race must be measured by the character of its womanhood."
— Mary McLeod Bethune
This is an excerpt from an earlier post, but I thought back to this when I learned of a friend who was bitten by her 12 year old daughter. What is happening to our little girls? What would the great Mary McLeod Bethune suggest about the children of today?
God bless Rosa Parks.
You know, one can observe the problems of the world riding the subway train. I mean, every deadly sin can be accounted for from pride to lust. I am not being judgemental because I am definitely not free of sin. Anyway, I sat on the train this morning and observed wrath and envy. Actually, I see this everyday with our school age youth on the train. Unfortunately, it is the girls that are in an uproar. "I don't like that bitch anyway....I wish she would say something to me." Watch out!!!! There's a "Girl Fight" featuring Big Boi and Lil Jon. Pump your fist! Kill that bitch! Throw your hands in the air!!!! Snatch out that hoes hair!!! Somebody scream!!!!!!!! Stop!!!!!!!!!!Our girls are trying to kill each other and hip-hop is celebrating it with an anthem? How absurd is that?
In the words of Marvin Gaye, "Who really cares...who is willing to try to save our world...to save a world that destined to die." This is where the loathing comes in. If you are a conscious observer in this world that we live you can't help but be affected by the absurdity and ignorance that is displayed on a daily. Ahh!!! to be young and not have a care in the world. The 18th century poet, Thomas Gray said that "ignorance is bliss." Yeah, only if you are mildly retarded and you just got the new Jordans and a hot pocket.
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