updated 1:38 PM UTC, Jan 24, 2013
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Fathers Raising Children

1123144_walk_on_pierHave you ever heard the expression "Mama's baby, poppas maybe?” I bet you have and a lot of times that is the case because, a mother cannot deny she is the mother of her child. However, a man can deny his children any day and time, until a DNA results proves him wrong.

Mothers are often forced to raise babies on their own and they hardly get the credit they deserve. Now days anyone can be a guardian to a child. Especially if one or both parents are not in the picture or can not provide financial support for the care of their children.

I remember when I was working for ACS, also known as Agency of Children Services, and came across some cases that did not have a mother in the home. As I began my research I started thinking if the mother was not deceased then why were they not in the picture? I was stunned about what I found. This particular case really touched my heart.

Black Man

407915_street_soldierWARNING:  I am going to piss some people off with what I’m going to say but it needs to be said.  I love black men and would like one of my own but our community is in trouble.  It’s because of this love that I am writing this article.

I was at work last night, driving my bus when I began to think about my poetry cd that I’m working on. I then thought of my poem entitled, “BLACK MAN.” A few of the lines came to my head and then I got the urge to write this article. I will share those lines with you:

“SPIKE SAID WAKE UP! TO DO MINIMUM IS NOT ENOUGH. BLACK MAN! SLEEPING WITH MEN, SMOKE AND SELL DRUGS, KILLING OURSELVES, AND ALL THAT STUFF. OUR BLACK MAN WE NEED YOU. BLACK MAN!” “SPIKE SAID WAKE UP! TO DO MINIMUM IS NOT ENOUGH. ALWAYS HAVE FUN MAKING THE BABIES BUT WON’T TAKE CARE OF THEM. OUR BLACK DADS WE NEED YOU. BLACK MAN!”

Memory Sharing!

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Suicide is a topic rarely talked about in the African American community.

Here is my story. When I was 14 years old, I was living with a friend of mine and her family.  I had a lot of freedom but I was unhappy.  I was very unhappy.

I began drinking Cisco, trying to escape my pain. The alcohol wasn’t working. I no longer wanted to live. I began to have thoughts about suicide, thinking about jumping in front of cars. I decided against it because I had been hit by a car before and that wasn’t a good feeling. I then thought about stabbing myself but I didn’t want to bleed all over the place. I wanted my death to be peaceful.  One night when everyone in the house was asleep, I went into the bathroom, opened the medicine cabinet, and pulled out a bottle of pills. The bottle had not been opened, so when I opened the bottle, I only took half. I didn’t want to take the whole bottle for fear of getting in trouble, just in case I didn’t die. I went into the kitchen, got a glass of water, and took the pills.
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