We LOVED HIM, cuz In HIM, We Saw Some of US...

...From the mouth of Jay-Z to the heart of billions...our generations are living a vicious cycle...

And I'm scared. I'm scared that the streets are going to take my only brother, maybe my daddy...perhaps my future husband or my future son. And leave their memories blowing in bad winds that I don't even want to brush my damn skin. I worry that we, society I mean, have validated and allowed a lot of the same systems that keep the male mentality down, and we glorify this shit, re-live this shit and leave it for upcoming generations to mimic. It's sick.

And I speak solely about the man because they are indeed the functional aspect of society that shall rule: at least according to the God that I serve. And they are the part of life that has given me life. I am the rib of man. And because of this, the cycle begins with them. They should be head of their homes so that families can positively build, thrive and survive. And of course behind him, on her throne...a woman that mirrors his image.

However society has showed that our generations are doomed for failure. Partly because we don't know better. And this is because generations before them has not done their part. Not Cool.

Examples: Statistics say that it is pretty damn likely that if a man's daddy spent most of his kds' childhood life behind bars, so will his son. And if a man grow's up with a drug ridden daddy...how likely is it that that same kid is going to Harvard...or even community college? And it's very likely that if a man never steps up to the plate for his son and teach him manhood...he'll struggle looking for what real manhood is. Perhaps he'll find it in the streets...the same place his missing daddy found it.

And NO, I'm not saying odds cannot be beaten...I beat them bastards on a daily. But what I am saying is that we are regenerating these same lives in our children, because we're too irresponsible for change. And sometimes we notice how our lives are now the lives of the impressionable minds around us. And we look into the lives of our sons...hell our daughters too...and we're looking at our own choices; good or bad.

And we love them...cuz in them...we see some of us. But the cycle continues, until our dying days.

Love,
Vee