I'm at the library and came upon the movie "Their eye's were watching God". I had already read this novel by Zora Neale Hurston a long time ago but felt the need to expand my mind a little so, I rented it. It you haven't seen it, you should really look into it. (While I'm at it, let me plug "Anne Rice's Feast of All Saints"- it's great!)Halle Berry and Micheal Ealy did a great job of retelling the love story.
There was one line it in that made me moist. It was the part where Janie and Tea Cake were waiting out the hurricane and Janie told Tea Cake (and the paraphrasing starts here...)that she had been blinded by her other failed relationships and didn't value him at first. She went on to say that now that she's opened herself up and stop being afraid to love another man, God has brought him (Tea Cake) to her. I know my version is weak but, it meant a whole lot to me.
I think I've found my 'Tea Cake'. Someone that I'm not afraid to open up to and be ready for whatever is to come. Just the other day, I told him that I had to find a nick name for him. (Because I call him by his entire first name- which sounds so formal). So, after seeing this movie, I'll call him 'TK' because he means that much to me.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Monday, June 18, 2007
Age ain't nuttin but a number.....
or at least that's what the song says. Today is my 34th birthday and I'm gonna spend it alone. Did I sound bitter when I said that? I hope not. As I grow and become comfortable with my present situation, I'm enjoying my 'me' time. My new co-workers gave me some birthday cupcakes and sang me a song. Tonight, I'm looking to a hot bath, hot meal and a good book.
Ok, Ok...I'd like the company of a man (not just any man, but my man) but since he's nowhere to be found, Eric Jerome Dickey is good enuff.
The job is getting better everyday. Although I see flaws in the system, these have encouraged me to look further into my educational endeavors. One of the things that I have seen so far that has my thongs in a bunch is the over-medication of our black boys to 'calm them down'. If I haven' said it before, I now work for a state agency in the child welfare division.
Just the other day, I sat in on a transfer of custody hearing for a black male child (12) who had been prescribed 6 different medications for depression, bi-polar and ADHD. So, you might not think it's bad now but check this....he's been in the system since he was 5. His mom is and addict. He was molested by his mom's paramour (using my big-girl words.....boyfriend for those who didn't know). No body in his family will keep him because they don't want to deal with his mom and her shyt (so, he thinks it's his fault). He has 3 other siblings and they've been split up to different foster homes and this is his 8th placement (to a different home/facility). Now with a life that's as bad as his has been for the last 7 years shouldn't depression be expected!?!?!
So, they medicate him to keep him "calm". So, me being the new kid on the block, I ask, "Has he been in counseling" - for the molestation, abandonment issues, and overall fucked up home life- and they looked at me like I was the one crazy. So in stead of getting to the root of the problem, they keep him dope up. So now family, I wanna know what will we have when this kid grows up and is released from the system- after we've cut ties with his family and basically fucked his life up further? What we have is another black man in jail- we've made him an addict and he ain't got shyt to lose.
So to close my rant, I'll leave you with this....If you can't make life better, stay the fuck out!
Ok, Ok...I'd like the company of a man (not just any man, but my man) but since he's nowhere to be found, Eric Jerome Dickey is good enuff.
The job is getting better everyday. Although I see flaws in the system, these have encouraged me to look further into my educational endeavors. One of the things that I have seen so far that has my thongs in a bunch is the over-medication of our black boys to 'calm them down'. If I haven' said it before, I now work for a state agency in the child welfare division.
Just the other day, I sat in on a transfer of custody hearing for a black male child (12) who had been prescribed 6 different medications for depression, bi-polar and ADHD. So, you might not think it's bad now but check this....he's been in the system since he was 5. His mom is and addict. He was molested by his mom's paramour (using my big-girl words.....boyfriend for those who didn't know). No body in his family will keep him because they don't want to deal with his mom and her shyt (so, he thinks it's his fault). He has 3 other siblings and they've been split up to different foster homes and this is his 8th placement (to a different home/facility). Now with a life that's as bad as his has been for the last 7 years shouldn't depression be expected!?!?!
So, they medicate him to keep him "calm". So, me being the new kid on the block, I ask, "Has he been in counseling" - for the molestation, abandonment issues, and overall fucked up home life- and they looked at me like I was the one crazy. So in stead of getting to the root of the problem, they keep him dope up. So now family, I wanna know what will we have when this kid grows up and is released from the system- after we've cut ties with his family and basically fucked his life up further? What we have is another black man in jail- we've made him an addict and he ain't got shyt to lose.
So to close my rant, I'll leave you with this....If you can't make life better, stay the fuck out!
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