I just watched a movie about the Chicago 7. I was such an activist. It seems I was born that way. I cannot hate black people or people of other cultures.
I never wanted to wear silk stockings, rollers in my hair, in the night, and take notes from men and type, type, type.
Those were hard times. My parents were on the other side/ I won’t defend them. One did not like me, one did not understand.
Yes, they loved my brother. And here we are today.
It’s funny.. My cousin recently told me how my sister Angel was so smart to cook my father’s breakfast every morning. He doesn’t know she would beat me up if I went into the kitchen. I wasn’t allowed.
I was allowed to carry out the garbage.
I am still carrying out the garbage. To this day. Garbage is garbage.
You were raised to be independent.
As a well educated and resourceful individual..
~ peace,love,&harmony
Thank you anonymous. Your presence has been a grounding and positive force. Something that I have needed in my life. Your words are a light in a sometimes dark world. Thank you.