"It`s all just too much, I can't think." Hi, my name is Brit, and sometimes, I don't feel so funny. I know what you're thinking, "Come on now Britney, I didn't come here for this sad stuff, I see enough of that on Facebook." I get it man, so do I and it's extremely exhausting. But I can't turn on the TV because it's gonna be there too, if not there, it's from the people around you.The truth is, you just can't escape the world we live in and it's overwhelming.
Listen, I'll be the first one to admit that I don't have all the answers. Hell, I don't even have HALF of them answers. So with that being said, I didn't come on here to talk to ya'll about what "you" or "we" need to be doing. People who do that really grind my gears. Because when it all comes down to actually "doing", the only time they will even lift a finger, is to point it at you. Well, that's not helping anybody, now is it? I don't know where your lil nasty fingers been anyway.
Today, while at work, my mind seemed to be overflowing with thoughts that almost brought me to tears. Ya'll excuse me while I rant a little bit:
The people of Flint, Michigan. How is this okay? How can I help? But I don't have enough money. But they don't have clean water! WATER! We cook with water, bathe, drink, wash clothes, wash dishes. But I'm worried about a bill? What about all of these missing black women? And the missing children? Men too. How do we stop sex trafficking? What about the people of Kenya who lost family and friends in the massacre? The people of Paris. Why weren't any black folks nominated for Oscars? Why DO we care? We care because, anyone working their a$$e$ off on a daily and giving it everything they got, would like a freaking pat on the back and an award to show for it SOMETIMES, DAMN. THAT'S WHY! But I see your point Aunt Viv, I do, I'm sure she knows the game front and back. She's pissed. Why am I tripping off of that when my brothers and sisters are still dying in the streets and jail cells at the hands of those hired to protect and serve? Why DON'T we just go back to Africa? Why is everybody mad at God? Don't you know that there are good and bad believers just as there are good and bad EVERYTHING ELSE? What about the people outside sleeping in the cold right now? I'm not doing enough. Why do some people give to be seen and not just to give?
WHOO! I know, that was a mouth full, but that's not even half of the thoughts that attack my brain on a daily. Sometimes, it's hard to be the ray of sunshine when the world seems so gloomy. Ya'll gone have to excuse my metaphors, I used to write poetry in high school. Who did I think I was?
Look, I don't have a moral to this story. And nah, I'm not about to deactivate my social networks. Ya'll know I gotta see what ya'll was wearing at the club this weekend.
Just kidding, I don't care about that.
-BRIT
Listen, I'll be the first one to admit that I don't have all the answers. Hell, I don't even have HALF of them answers. So with that being said, I didn't come on here to talk to ya'll about what "you" or "we" need to be doing. People who do that really grind my gears. Because when it all comes down to actually "doing", the only time they will even lift a finger, is to point it at you. Well, that's not helping anybody, now is it? I don't know where your lil nasty fingers been anyway.
Today, while at work, my mind seemed to be overflowing with thoughts that almost brought me to tears. Ya'll excuse me while I rant a little bit:
The people of Flint, Michigan. How is this okay? How can I help? But I don't have enough money. But they don't have clean water! WATER! We cook with water, bathe, drink, wash clothes, wash dishes. But I'm worried about a bill? What about all of these missing black women? And the missing children? Men too. How do we stop sex trafficking? What about the people of Kenya who lost family and friends in the massacre? The people of Paris. Why weren't any black folks nominated for Oscars? Why DO we care? We care because, anyone working their a$$e$ off on a daily and giving it everything they got, would like a freaking pat on the back and an award to show for it SOMETIMES, DAMN. THAT'S WHY! But I see your point Aunt Viv, I do, I'm sure she knows the game front and back. She's pissed. Why am I tripping off of that when my brothers and sisters are still dying in the streets and jail cells at the hands of those hired to protect and serve? Why DON'T we just go back to Africa? Why is everybody mad at God? Don't you know that there are good and bad believers just as there are good and bad EVERYTHING ELSE? What about the people outside sleeping in the cold right now? I'm not doing enough. Why do some people give to be seen and not just to give?
WHOO! I know, that was a mouth full, but that's not even half of the thoughts that attack my brain on a daily. Sometimes, it's hard to be the ray of sunshine when the world seems so gloomy. Ya'll gone have to excuse my metaphors, I used to write poetry in high school. Who did I think I was?
Look, I don't have a moral to this story. And nah, I'm not about to deactivate my social networks. Ya'll know I gotta see what ya'll was wearing at the club this weekend.
Just kidding, I don't care about that.
-BRIT
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