ate cho pee

U ever felt like the world revolved around you for your birthday as a little kid growing up? Yea me neither. In fact, holidays were rarely celebrated. Not that we didn’t believe, just that we couldn’t afford. But how do you tell a kid that? Especially one growing up in the hood with other black kids whose people were too broke. Yet, they always managed to find a way to stay fresh, wit da latest shit, jordans, nikes, gameboys, G.I. Josephs etc. You name it, I aint have it. Did these people save up just to make 1 day special for they kids, hustle to see a smiling face on a snot nose nappy head fucker? Shit ion kno. But what I do know is that whatever they did, Ma Dukes didn’t. Can’t save wat u don’t have. I sometimes get sad on bdays, knowin how shit was growing up. I almost hated it. And ma boo aka mom, never understood. What made me upset is that she never tried to. Big sis did what she could, but she hated the fact I had my eyes on a pair of jays, though she bought me my first pair. I love birthdays, always a good reason to thank God for life itself. I’m greatful. Sumtimes I just get down over the fact that my bday was never celebrated, it was just a normal day. In conclusion, I love life and look forward to learning from it.

onehoney:

Today. TODAY. May the 1st. THE first. 

Mind you I went to the grocery store closest to the hood.

There were piles of food in carts. Some people had 2 carts. People loading up their cars with so much got damn food that they to use the truck and the backseat.

Then there I was. Some bread and some cheese.

I love that the $400 dollars that’s taken out of my check every month goes to these lazy muthafudgecakes and their grocery bills.

Fuck EBT.