I walked to Family Dollar after a long day in the school house.
All I could think about was sweeping and mopping my floor with Lavender Clean
Pine-Sol! That fragrance takes me to a mental plane of peace and tranquility. I
guess I inherited that cleaning away the stress spirit from my mother. With
that being said, I made it to the store and found the Pine-Sol and some
Lavender air fresheners to match. Winning in a weird Better Homes and Gardens
kind of way.
I navigated through the see of shoppers,
workers and talkers and found a spot in line. Roughly 20 feet from where I was
standing there stood this woman whose physical description would be so
stereotypical of stunt double for Judge Joe Brown or Jerry Springer so I will
omit all of the "Turn Up Tales" leading up to a description that I
would eventually have to repent for offering. Unfortunately my ears heard her
long before my eyes had the pleasure of making contact with her. Needless to
say the Weapon of Mass Destruction between her two cigarette, Black & Mild
or blunt smoking lips went on a mission to annihilate and in moment’s notice it
did just that.
We walked out of the door a few steps
behind them and I watch at the oldest little boy struggle to open the door for
her. The two little boys and one girl were all smiles and giggles and he
continued to lose the battle of the store door. In a matter of seconds her
lethal lips parted and shots rang out of self-esteem ripping rhetoric,
"Look at yo weak ass!" I had to catch myself because my flesh began
to crawl like roaches on the filthy refrigerator of trifling tenants in a
trashed tenement. I was ready to rebuke this sister but with language even more
fowl that the word choices that she assaulted that precious little boy in his
preadolescence.
Before my left food could reach the
sidewalk round 2 had already begun. As they all walked away she just refused to
let that struggle of the door go. "Damn you a Bitch!"
"Move Stupid!" I tried to make sense out of her life struggle
and give her the benefit of the doubt but she hadn't cut that lil guy any
slack. She went into attack mode right in front of his siblings. And we wonder
how children can go to school and curse out a teacher, counselor or
administrator without even blinking. It's not hard to curse out a teacher or
two when you are daily facing the likes of the Family Dollar Profane Poisonous
Parental Figure!
It shouldn’t surprise you when you hear
children quoting Lil Wayne on the radio as he says things like, "Lil
Tunchi got that fire and hoes love me like Satan." Or when there are
singing on the school bus or in the car with their parents quoting Juicy J and
making references to "Swallowing Babies." We are in a serious war
zone and we as parents have to make sure that we are not only caring for our
children and training them up in "The Way" that they should go but
also that we are living the example for them and other people's children as
well. We have no other choice but to pick up the slack for the parents who are
not handling their business. I can only pray that I will have another
opportunity to reach out to the little boy from Family Dollar.
At the end of the day all of these
children are sponges and they are soaking up all of their life experiences every
day. We better pray, hope and help them soak up some Truth, Joy, Integrity,
Peace and Love because if we don't when the pressures of like squeeze them to
their breaking point what will come out in desperation is all that they have
soaked up! Love Blessings and Peace.
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