I want to present your soul to God.  

Recently we were all apart of a community effort to unify together as a body, to fight for our right as black people, or should I say African Americans. How ever I would like to bring your attention the a more suddle yet clear tragedy in our communities. Yesterday as I was riding home from prayer, I happened to notice a crowd of young African boys gathering around what looked like a Caucasian person, it did not look right or feel right in my spirit, so me, I get involved, I busted a u turn, and sure enough I saw one of the black boys hitting the young man in the head, he was a Spanish kid very skinny, he looked like he was into heavy metal or something, I blew my horn a few times, for them to scare away, when he crossed the street I rolled down my window and asked him if he wanted a ride, he said no...I followed him until he got home.

Every since I was a child I have had to stick up for Spanish kids, and white kids, because "African American Kids would start fights with them for no reason at all. I declare that in America, you really don't have to do anything for a African American kid or person to start something with you. " No Not all of them, but believe me I was partially raised in the hood, so I know what I'm talking about. It seems as though black people are simply angry, and the kids show the worse of that anger. True there is so much partiality when it comes to moving ahead in life, and if you’ve been slacking it's pretty hard to catch up, so what do you do? It seems as though many youth give up, and except the angry way of dealing with the struggles we face. I myself was very angry, I used drugs, had 9 children carelessly and almost killed myself through an overdose of drugs. My anger was self inflicting at first, until years later I met my daughter and saw how angry she was with me, for not being there, but bringing her into the world. I did not realize that even though her father was not being a man at the time, I could still be a mother. The truth is I wanted what I never had, a mother and father like Marsha from the “Brady Bunch” and I wanted that for my children, so when ever a relationship ended, there went I. It is not an excuse, it was the way I dealt with my life, I didn’t intentionally wanted to hurt my children or even knowing that I was. Our children are mad today and the anger starts at home, it comes from home, as well as the love the compassion that some kids have, people are taught what they know from a source place. I would that African American people would stop being so blinded at times, and come back to our religious morals, those of our grandparents that were passed down to us, we talk about the religious way, but many of us would have saved ourselves from un necessary problems had we kept a little closer to the straight and narrow road. I remember a preacher said once, as every one seemed to be giving a testimony just...a little bit worse than the last person, for some reason it seems as though people with awful testimonies are pampered by the crowd a bit more, but he said, you don't have to go get a worse testimony than the next person, your testimony should be once I was lost but now I am found! We really don't have to go through as much as we put ourselves through if we realized that the walls of the ghetto were there to keep us away from some suck and not back!