Sketchy [CHARACTER]s

“Our youth is obsessed with material gain, instead of character.  The music is anti family, love, intelligence, morals, dignity.  It’s heartbreaking.”

–Kg
in Conversation with Rell 11:08am

I was trying to figure out which is worse pulling a trigger or robbing  someone.  Being a murderer or thief…  What do you guys think?  I ask because I see so many committing genocide, mass suicides, and yes even filicide.

Do you see what you’ve done to the children?  How they’re living??? The youth have become anti-life because their role models are zombies: walking but ain’t breathing right; existing but ain’t living life.  Glorify hoods, sets, streets, and  projects.  You can tell the quality of strife when poverty, struggle, and starvation become bragging rights and gain respect.  Mama raise her children to go “on to the next one” and not dig in the trenches and work with love. Daddy give his seeds dufflebag toys so they can be future body bag boys. Her friends think it’s quaint the way the girls sing along to Beyonce songs.  They say, “He shoulda put a ring on it, but your daddy ain’t shit.”  You know, start them with that predisposition to distrust and hate men.  And well his buddies tell him, “That bitch ain’t shit but she can suck a dick.” Now lil man can know not to respect them but bed’m and forget’m.

They lay the foundation for them, draw enemy lines for little tikes to see war.  Now they’ll never mean more to each other than their own survival.  It’s the perfect plan to destroy allies and make rivals.  They give their hearts and wait for the rug to be pulled.  The AHA! moment to exclaim, “I knew I wasn’t a fool!”.  See trouble where there is peace and create turmoil in their wake.  Against the odd like crosses, but lack faith.  She wants him to deal with her whether she’s up or down.  It’s expected, this female forgiveness entitlement.  But if he fails, she gives him hell for weeks.  She wants to be his all but in the beginning broke his trust running to her friends and family to share their love with gossip folks.  Oh he just as sad, he loves to share their lovemaking with the guys.  Heard him tell them she has a nice trick and she becomes an object.   By the time he realizes he loves her, it’s too late he’s already unclothed her, dethroned her and made her vulnerable.  See the fellas know their intimate life so how can he make her more when they’ve mind fucked his future wife.  He has turned his queen into a hoe.  She can no longer have worth, he’s stuck in permanent indifference for poor decisions, poor management: the unplanned children.   POW! I can hear the pistols now.

Now they’ve forgotten how to work as a unit, each too comfortable working apart.  She wants her princess to attract a “hood nigga” and he want his boy to bring home a “5 star chick” to live ghetto fabulous ever after  and he can smack a bitch but she don’t mind  if she get her ‘nails did and a new outfit’. See mama killed hope and daddy stabbed love.  And everyone is complaining, they can’t find anybody to care for. It never works out because no one trusts.  Loving with walls and conditions as if love needs permission.  Control. Power. Compete. The 3 things that leave love weak but always feeds the sheeple finding trinities in disheveled steeples. Desecrated temples.  Everybody want salvation but no one wants to be redeemed. Shk! The knife shines with a silver gleam.

So I’ve been sitting here thinking about the people, the “we the people”~us and I couldn’t figure out if it would be worse pulling a trigger or robbing someone.  Surely I’d show more mercy than you social serial killers. You who kill hope, love, trust, and faith then go on about your day.  You begetters of the misbegotten maim them, even as you claim them you chain them to crippled beliefs so they can continue your legacy of self defeat.

I look and listen and understand what you’re missing, but it requires heart work and hard work.  A mirror, construction paper, and glue.  See at the end of this… you’ll have to rebuild a new you.

I’ve been trying to figure out how to pave roads to hell with good intentions so I’m gearing myself to kill people with kindness and murder them with understanding.  I’m going steal all the hate, blame, shame, and games then hide the bodies in broad daylight for all the world to see.  I keep wondering will I be labeled a murderer or thief…

What do you guys think?


conversation cont’d-

Rell: Its almost like we live in Bizzaro world. Whats wrong is right and whats right is wrong. Our children aspire to be whats been holding us back since the beginning. Our self hatred has manifested itself in love for our own destruction. Bitches ain’t shit and niggas ain’t either. That’s what replays in the consciousness of our people on a daily. So what’s worse, the murderer or the thief? I say one feeds the other. We murder ourselves cause our identity and self-respect were stolen from us long ago. Only a few seek to get it back. Most don’t realize they ever had it or that it even existed in the first place.

Marie: Love the blog Kim. Not long ago I had a heart to heart with my younger brother (17) who kept referring to a young lady as “bitch hoe”. I asked him what happens when he lays down with this BH and plants his seed? What will he tell his son or daughter when they ask about the relationship of mom and dad? Will he then tell his kids that their mother is a BH. Doesn’t sound so cool and attractive then and certainly doesn’t make you a man of wise choices.

Kg: I’m loving this dialogue you guys. Seriously. We’ve forgotten how to love ourselves and others. It’s beginning to permeate everything. The consumer generation has thrown us into recession seeking material wealth and gain without the means or morals to keep it or obtain it in a manner that depicts dignity. There is a lack of integrity for Generation I, Instant Gratification. They want it NOW NOW NOW and it’s fine and the means don’t have to justify the end.

Marie and it goes the other way, women calling men no good. Let’s be honest it isn’t mathematically possible nor is it emotionally feasible that there are “no good men” out there. That’s a raggedy woman’s excuse because women seldom accept the fact that they are going to stop loving by having this chip on their shoulders, being bag ladies, seeking to pimp a man’s goodness, turning children against men b/c their poor choice of mate failed, etc.

Women must return to being ladies. I fervently feel that a good woman will make a man want to be a better mate. Because in life if you’re around a good person, it immediately makes you aware of your personal gunk and you strive to be a better friend.

A relationship is a relationship. Women will forgive their friend girls for a mistake. Comfort her when she’s down…. Women have forgotten to be a best friend to their partner. Will throw him under the bus in a heartbeat with trigger finger tongues ready to shoot off at the mouth “he ain’t about nothing”.

They want a man to love them as imperfect, broken beings but can’t do the same.

I rest this crisis mostly on the female shoulder because we are the life bringers, the creators…

if we can’t bring about the changes we need in society right now, no one can. Then, we’re truly hopeless and that would sadden the hell out of me.

You see Rell they are both the same because a sin is a sin and what makes each act atrocious is that they criminals are also the victims. You have every right to scream for or seek peace, liberation, and justice if you are shot or stabbed. You have been wronged. You know it and know your innocence. So is the fate of the youth to seek refuge and say you are hurting and hindering me.

But the adults, what do you feel or say… what does it say about you if you take an innocent life whether it be intentionally or accidentally? The gun is smoking, the knife is dripping are our children futures worth carelessness? Are we to continue to turn a blind eye and break bread with these social serial killers who murder our kids hope, faith, and love for objects. Are the cars, Is the Ice worth a life?

I have to make myself laugh and keep my humor b/c I loose my smile too long folks don’t want to talk to me when I dig too deep. But Yeah, I’m about to stop fucking with a lot of people that promote genocide, filicide, and suicide. If you’re not building, you’re chipping. I’m going to try to teach the people as long as I can but never at the cost of myself. I’m Kg from Tn, not to be confused with “of Arks”.


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