Food, People, Life and All the Other Stuff

rgr-pop:

debatenerd:

Being poor is knowing exactly how much everything costs.

Being poor is getting angry at your kids for asking for all the crap they see on TV.

Being poor is having to keep buying $800 cars because they’re what you can afford, and then having the cars break down on you, because there’s not an $800 car in America that’s worth a damn.

Being poor is hoping the toothache goes away.

Being poor is knowing your kid goes to friends’ houses but never has friends over to yours.

Being poor is going to the restroom before you get in the school lunch line so your friends will be ahead of you and won’t hear you say “I get free lunch” when you get to the cashier.

Being poor is living next to the freeway.

Being poor is coming back to the car with your children in the back seat, clutching that box of Raisin Bran you just bought and trying to think of a way to make the kids understand that the box has to last.

Being poor is wondering if your well-off sibling is lying when he says he doesn’t mind when you ask for help.

Being poor is off-brand toys.

Being poor is a heater in only one room of the house.

Being poor is knowing you can’t leave $5 on the coffee table when your friends are around.

Being poor is hoping your kids don’t have a growth spurt.

Being poor is stealing meat from the store, frying it up before your mom gets home and then telling her she doesn’t have make dinner tonight because you’re not hungry anyway.

Being poor is Goodwill underwear.

Being poor is not enough space for everyone who lives with you.

Being poor is feeling the glued soles tear off your supermarket shoes when you run around the playground.

Being poor is your kid’s school being the one with the 15-year-old textbooks and no air conditioning.

Being poor is thinking $8 an hour is a really good deal.

Being poor is relying on people who don’t give a damn about you.

Being poor is an overnight shift under florescent lights.

Being poor is finding the letter your mom wrote to your dad, begging him for the child support.

Being poor is a bathtub you have to empty into the toilet.

Being poor is stopping the car to take a lamp from a stranger’s trash.

Being poor is making lunch for your kid when a cockroach skitters over the bread, and you looking over to see if your kid saw.

Being poor is believing a GED actually makes a goddamned difference.

Being poor is people angry at you just for walking around in the mall.

Being poor is not taking the job because you can’t find someone you trust to watch your kids.

Being poor is the police busting into the apartment right next to yours.

Being poor is not talking to that girl because she’ll probably just laugh at your clothes.

Being poor is hoping you’ll be invited for dinner.

Being poor is a sidewalk with lots of brown glass on it.

Being poor is people thinking they know something about you by the way you talk.

Being poor is needing that 35-cent raise.

Being poor is your kid’s teacher assuming you don’t have any books in your home.

Being poor is six dollars short on the utility bill and no way to close the gap.

Being poor is crying when you drop the mac and cheese on the floor.

Being poor is knowing you work as hard as anyone, anywhere.

Being poor is people surprised to discover you’re not actually stupid.

Being poor is people surprised to discover you’re not actually lazy.

Being poor is a six-hour wait in an emergency room with a sick child asleep on your lap.

Being poor is never buying anything someone else hasn’t bought first.

Being poor is picking the 10 cent ramen instead of the 12 cent ramen because that’s two extra packages for every dollar.

Being poor is having to live with choices you didn’t know you made when you were 14 years old.

Being poor is getting tired of people wanting you to be grateful.

Being poor is knowing you’re being judged.

Being poor is a box of crayons and a $1 coloring book from a community center Santa.

Being poor is checking the coin return slot of every soda machine you go by.

Being poor is deciding that it’s all right to base a relationship on shelter.

Being poor is knowing you really shouldn’t spend that buck on a Lotto ticket.

Being poor is hoping the register lady will spot you the dime.

Being poor is feeling helpless when your child makes the same mistakes you did, and won’t listen to you beg them against doing so.

Being poor is a cough that doesn’t go away.

Being poor is making sure you don’t spill on the couch, just in case you have to give it back before the lease is up.

Being poor is a $200 paycheck advance from a company that takes $250 when the paycheck comes in.

Being poor is four years of night classes for an Associates of Art degree.

Being poor is a lumpy futon bed.

Being poor is knowing where the shelter is.

Being poor is people who have never been poor wondering why you choose to be so.

Being poor is knowing how hard it is to stop being poor.

Being poor is seeing how few options you have.

Being poor is running in place.

Being poor is people wondering why you didn’t leave.

By John Scalzi

This is so poignant, it brings tears to my eyes.

I don’t usually reblog these but, like, motherfuck almost all of these are real as hell. I think a lot about what I benefited from living as an “only child” when it meant that my mom lost a daughter and never recovered from it. There were just two of us, I can’t imagine what would have happened if my sister lived with us. It’s when you hear “broken home” you think of cracked windows faulty furnace no doorknobs a faucet you have to turn on with pliers a sink that only runs cold running the bathtub into the toilet exposed flooring no lightbulbs. It’s hoarding Crayola when they’re twenty-five cents in September.

Do You Wanna Be Free….

Oh, American citizen, come, collect your freedomNo matter what you’re living in, no more giving inOh, American citizen, come, collect your freedomNo matter what you’re living in, it’s time to win
Keep us in the four walls of our church, we’ll be quietMost of us aren’t even Democratic or RepublicCan and by coincidence we love the electedUntil the detected of being human
American falls, minorities lose warBut if we unite we would have won the warOn poverty, war on drugsWar on medicate, war on love
Freedom isn’t given, it is takenFreedom isn’t free, it’s earnedNot, no, it’s learnedBeen hung and burnedYet rest in peace, resurrected plea
This ain’t black or white, it’s grayThis is not about my faceMost of us don’t know what to sayRight from wrong or free from slaves
Let freedom reignDo you wanna be free or do you wanna go downI wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be free
Let freedom reignDo you wanna be free or do you wanna go downI wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be free
America, the beautiful, suspect as usualLiberty and death, give me freedom on my funeralI walk across the planet with the steps of a giantMy rhymes bridge the gap between religion and science
'Cause my evidence is spiritualI know my sheer presence is a miracleI wasn’t supposed to be here to share with you
But here I am, standing with my chest outI take my place in history, I never get left outYou stressed out and scaredSo it’s causing you to act hard
Freedom ain’t free, gotta put it on my black cardMy passport claim, I’m an American citizen
The constitution said I’m three fifthsI’m not a semi and gorillaMake my songs stronger than the horn of Gideon
Truth is [Incomprehensible]Gave the native people syphilisConsider this, Christopher ColumbusAin’t know where he was goin’So let’s stop calling our native brothers Indians
Let freedom reignDo you wanna be free or do you wanna go downI wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be free
Let freedom reignDo you wanna be free or do you wanna go downI wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be free
We were carried here in shackles from the homelandsBroom chop, chain locked, brain washed, programmedTime’s change, freedom reigns, I’m a grown manHolding the future in the palms of my own hands
In this world, the coonery and tomfooleryAll I’m trying to do is stay true to my communityThe daily news ain’t the only thing that’s schooling meWatching these haters operating with impunity
This journey dollar signs, black and white collar crimesRunning out of time, out of sight, out of mindIt gets realer and it’s real in PalestineTroubles of the world start to seem intertwined
War criminals, conflict mineralsPillagers are coming home, five star generalsTelling lies in press conferences and interviewsI’m trying to take back the power'Cause it's been abused
Let freedom reignDo you wanna be free or do you wanna go downI wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be free
Let freedom reignDo you wanna be free or do you wanna go downI wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be free
I’m just black in AmericaI’m not Afro-AmericanJust a passive AmericanMaking belief I’m better thanWhat we’ve been, what we’ve been
I said, I’m just black in AmericaI’m not Afro-AmericanJust a passive AmericanMaking belief I’m better thanWhat we’ve been, what we’ve been

Read more: CHRISETTE MICHELE - LET FREEDOM REIGN LYRICS http://www.metrolyrics.com/let-freedom-reign-lyrics-chrisette-michele.html#ixzz249FaTuFM 
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undress-mymind:

yep. Still funny

introducingmrbentley:

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Drinking coconut water

sapphrikah:

yes.

sapphrikah:

yes.

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honeyedfire:

blackandmissing:

You can share this, it doesn’t take long.

apparently, she’s still out there somewhere…

honeyedfire:

blackandmissing:

You can share this, it doesn’t take long.

apparently, she’s still out there somewhere…