| Steady Hands> > Open the site below (you may have to copy and paste it on the web browser) > and see just how steady your hand is. This is a skill surgeons have to > practice all the time to keep their hands steady during surgery. I could > never get past the third maze even with the sound on loud to help warn you > when you are getting to close to the edge. Good Luck! > > www.winterrowd.com/maze.swf and here's a letter to coretta scott king! its long but its worth the reading! THIS IS A MUST READ ESPECIALLY FOR THE YOUNG PEOPLE!
Please Don't Tell Martin
by Bitter B
Thank you Ms. Coretta for the grace, strength, and dignity that you
displayed. Since your wonderful husband was assassinated by the
bullets
of fear and hate. You know they killed him because of their
ignorance.
Thank you for not allowing bitterness and anger to engulf your very
existence.
Now that you are reunited with Martin tell him that they are stripping
our rights away, day by day, but his fight was not in vain.
Tell him that although my generation glorifies drugs, debases black
women in song, and calls us vulgar names - that his dream still
remains.
Our men no longer celebrate our natural black beauty - we have to
have
long weaves, small waists, and big ole booties.
The videos are so degrading, they mirror soft porn. Us Blacks own
television stations now, but that's all that's shown.
Tell Martin that my generation apologizes for its lack of respect for
his legacy and the dormancy of our elders, we might as well call this
the Civil Rights of Unmovement Era.
Tell him that although we as black people make more than we've ever
seen, that we squander it on diamond clad teeth, 24 inch rims, and
designer clothes due to our sagging self-esteem.
Tell Martin that our babies are growing up without fathers, while the
mothers are catching buses just like he remembers. Our children take
to
the streets in droves, not to march or proclaim the injustice of this
nation, but to pledge their gang affiliation. I can't rhyme to this
next line. On any night thugs hang out while bullets ring out - not
freedom. And yes we continue to be judged by the color of our skin by
America but I wonder most about the lack of the content of our
character.
Advise him that the grand-daughters of the Civil Rights era are making
their money as strippers. The Grand-sons of the marchers are ignoring
their sons and daughters and hanging and slangin' on corners. They're
going to jail in mass numbers, not for protesting, marching, or
defying
racism, but because they commit illegal acts to gain materialism. Our
children are making babies, ignoring education, committing felonious
capers, I'd wish they'd read his Birmingham Jail Papers.
Tell Martin that those in the ghetto are not the only ones forgetting
his dream. There are those who've forgotten where they came from
because of a little cream. Who refuse to give back to the community,
because their motto is 'More for me'. They've forgotten how to lend a
helping hand, to help their fellow man - all the while thinking, 'If I
can make it, they can'. Looking down without offering a leg up,
getting
on elevators with their noses up. Some of us are even republicans
now,
but that's a very exclusive black crowd. Striving to get to the top
of
the ladder, to make their pockets fatter - instead of doing something
that truly matters. Leaving the 'hood' in droves and only moving back
when Whites buy up all of the homes.
Tell Martin that we still like to dance and sing, but not Negro
spirituals cuz we've got Beyonce grinding and shaking her thing. Ms.
Coretta, this may hurt poor Martin the most - it just may seal the
deal,
we as a people don't attend church anymore. Cuz we've gotten a little
education and found out that God wasn't real. For those of us who
still
believe, it makes us want to holla, we've got a pimp named Bishop and
a
Bishop named Dollar.
I don't know Ms. Coretta, maybe you'd better not tell Martin that for
all that he's done to make us free, equal, and just - that we still
migrate to the back of the bus. I'll bet looking down - he doesn't
recognize us. We've forgotten how to march, protest, and vote - but
be
at the club, standing in line for hours - in the freezing cold.
Sporting the latest gear; stilettos, hoochie clothes, teeth that's
froze, and Tims - driving cars with less tire more rim. Dying to get
in
so that we can 'shake it fast', drop it like it's hot' - forgetting
the
respect and dignity that we were taught.
I neva' thought I'd think this thought, but please don't eva' give
Martin your report. Ms. Coretta, maybe you should just avoid
mentioning
my generation all togetha'.
Bitter B
Released: January 31, 2006
ok well i g2g now!
peace and luv!
i luv u james! my luv for u is so deep, it's further than 20,000 leagues under the sea!
Kristin
p.s . i win
p.s.s. i can't wait till tomorrow!! ! * yay * ! |
