History

The Home They Loved It wasn’t later today when June got really, really hot. This was the hottest month of the year. The weatherman stated. “ Boy it’s hot today folks! “ . The television spoke out loud. She was in her small kitchen where the kitchen had a very small circle like table that was indeed left over and carried on from the previous owners of the house and was given almost like as a gift to the buyers. Which were, off course my parents. My parents bought the house back five years ago. It was honestly a surprise for me. I had no idea what’s so ever. The house was beautiful. My mom definitely has a way with words and furniture. The house did not stand alone. It matter off fact, stood with neighboring homes. One to the left and one to the right of the home that my parents owned. Not only that, but there was a street across the house where other homes resided and stood quietly like as though the homes were untouched. Merely left alone. To its owners who lived there. ...

” Why is President Obama the best President in History? “ The fact that he’s the first African American President in history and the fact that, his mother was Russian  is also a plus. He’s smart. The fact that, President Obama studied nothing all but on scholarships and he deserved them. Also shows that anybody can become who they  want to be no matter where they’re from. Even though that they’re homeless and or have potential but have a disability  that prevents them from holding a job longer then six months. President Obama has inspired and showed a lot of American citizens that anything is possible here in America. The land of opportunity. No matter where they’re from. It doesn’t matter. Unless you’re Trump off course and have a passion for control, bullying and creating hostile environments because you want to win. Emotions President Obama also has shown emotions through out his historical Presidency. He laughed, and he even showed some tears durin...

“A Woman With Hopes. “ I love to hear the sound of emptiness. The sound of cars passing by . Without even noticing me. I love to be quiet. Without being noticed. I love feeling empty. Without feeling accepted or feeling wanted. It’s the sudden excitement that I haven’t felt in years. Of something to do. Maybe some day. I’ll be that person again. But never the less, my dreams. My hopes suddenly stopped from shinning. I wanted to be that some body. I wanted to be that person. I wanted to be that lawyer. Maybe a divorce attorney. Or maybe an immigration attorney. But that dream suddenly stopped. When that someone told you you can’t be that someone because you’re a woman. Indeed I slammed my hand against the table angrily when I found that out. Was is it the empty stare in my eyes, or was it the no make up look that no one was expecting out of a woman not yet a girl. Or a child screaming within me begging me to come out of the shell. Which one is it. Was it? I might alth...

I have a dream, that maybe one day, a woman like me can over come difficulties and differences and be that some body. I have a dream, that maybe some day that evil man that sits in the closet and tells you, you can’t be that some body will some day disappear in to the darkness and will stop lurking in the darkness. Maybe some day , I’ll stop being afraid of him. Maybe some day, that evil man in the shadow’s will stop frightening every woman he see’s that has interest, potential and let them come out of the caccoon in to a beautiful butterfly. That butterfly to some day be a human being.  That human can evolve in to a loving mother, to cherish and nurchur his and her child. That time maybe some day will come and or might not. But, just for today, at least I’m alive. If that matters. Or even bother’s any one.

                                                        "By Accident " . I felt like a child walking out of the court room that day. Scrambling my paper work and shivering with anger. Not getting what I wanted . But getting much less then I expected. The feeling of unfairness settled for less and the feeling of hate and anger settled for longer time. “It wasn’t fair. When is it always fair. ” My thoughts scrambled to get some answers. Never the less it was to late to do something about it. “It wasn’t my fault either. ” I was found half dazed on the scene of the accident. So why was it my fault? Or was it it even only a dream. Just waited for about an hour for reality to kick in. The feeling sunk in. Yes. I’m awake. Yes. I remembered the horrific scene of the accident that by accident I caused. Some how. Some where.  The deat...

The home my parents chose off course was surrounded by farms. Not just farms , but corn farms. My parents weren't farmers, off course. No . They weren't the next Bill Clinton either or my mom who'm been a Democrat since World War 2. Which my grandmother never talked about. But my mother was the type who'm when I was in my younger years still growing up would always tend to be the younger self. I miss that about her. I miss the younger, happier days. I feel like that is gone. I remember my mother always being the most happiest ,  happy go lucky woman. The happily just married type. But every day. People always would tell me, " Don't rush growing up. You'll regret it later. " They might have been right on that.  It's not the same when you're a kid and an adult. Growing up is always the most interesting part of experience of remembering the child hood days. When growing up, I'd always remembered wanting to carry money. Alwa...

Guns take more lives then any other criminal activity that exists. Many more lives have been lost over the past few years. Injustice and unfairness of racism and gun control hurt many lives. My sympathy goes out to  Anton Sterling family. It's startling and upsetting to constantly keep seeing many more death's keep on happening because of hate crimes and violent acts against African American citizens.  It hurts me to see the pain on his sons face and the tears drenching in to lakes. The news on television isn't getting any better. Matter of fact, it's getting even more scarier.  The death of a black man that was shot violently has lost me speechless. Devastated and lost for words. These brutal and fatal attacks by law enforcement has gotten worse over the years. More and more fatalities are occurring.   It's becoming more and more less harder for any citizen of color or international citizen to trust law enforcement...