A Future Of What(Basis Of Loving Yourself)

I am sitting in a parking lot waiting on my daughter to leave the JROTC military ball as I wait I watch these young kids and try to understand what future will they have if any. I try and teach my daughter to be a classy lady as I am said to be one myself. Some may say what is classy and for me the definition is carrying yourself a certain way. What I mean by certain way, speaking as a women, you act like a lady you will be treated like a lady. A lady carries herself in a way that she never has to doubt rather or not what she is doing is right or wrong. I pride myself on teaching my daughter these things and hope she cherish what I have taught her. I watch these kids come out this ball and wonder the way some of the girls are acting, if they themselves was taught this lesson by their parents and put this act on in front of them and put another act on in front of their friends. It has me wondering about my own daughter and what would she do if I was not sitting in this parking lot waiting on her. The reason I sit so long and wait on her is because she ask me too and if this is what it takes too make her feel secure than that is what I have to do. There are now two couples walking back and forth in the dark from one end of the school building to the other and I sit here wondering what they are doing. Are they just kissing? A lot of alone time with the opposite sex is something that can be dangerous in my opinion. Why are the kids today so ready to have sex? Why do girls give there bodies so freely? Do they not understand that God created them and their bodies as gifts and not tools. Their bodies are to be treasured in a way that only comes from one who respects them. That someone should be that person willing to wait. Laughter all around me and kids coming out but still not my daughter, I have been sitting for two hours and now I am wondering how great of a time is she having and why won't she come out. My daughter did not want to go to this ball but I think her first serg, as they call him, is getting her a little out tha shell she is in. While I am waiting I will continue to think about the young people around me, and what I need to do as a parent to make sure my daughter understand that at her age she has to learn to love herself before she can love anyone else.

Trayvon Martin

I started this blog for a reason and Trayvon Martin is one of them. We see what goes on in this country but we as a whole choose to ignore it. I read some of the comments posted and one in particular said I understand why they did not take him to jail and they just need to get the family some grievance counseling. Okay why would a family just need counseling for their son who was shot down in cold blood by someone who was not racially motivated after calling 911 to report a coon in the area. What is not wrong with carrying around a nine millimeter and shooting a person without just cause and even if he had cause where is it written that the policemen who come to the scene not arrest the shooter when there is a dead body laying on the ground. I know that the policeman has some authority but not that much authority. I thought cops were there to take you to jail and do the booking and let people like the prosecutors make the decision of rather or not it will go to court. Why not any lawyers or all those who are officers of this country's so called justice system not appalled about what happen and are not banding together to fight such injustice as "our" country claims to believe in. I am suppose to believe in my country's justice system and was told they will do what is right, but I was never told that the color of my skin will affect that decision on the law. This leaves me to doubt the love of this country. As it was said a long time ago, who will love a country that refuses to love it back, sounds like a song. I cry for justice, I cry for truth, I cry for what is right, I cry for you, A world so bold to close its eyes and deny and deny our children cries. He pleaded out help in a night so dark and yet the nightwatch let out the fatal shot. Treyvon I feel your pain, I hear your cry, as God decided you should be by his side, he took away that pain and the angles took you home, we pray for the shooter who run and hide and his family who feels that you should not have even apologize. If he has any heart, it will be broken in two because he took away a life that still had so much to do. In love and memory of Trayvo Martin.