Many of you know me to be a very vocal person and I typically have no problem letting people know how I feel when I have a disdain for something [someone]. However, many of you also know that I am on quest, a quest to become a better, more mature person. This has been quite a challenge to hold my tongue in the "Internet realm" and not blog things like "forget that N*gga", "How to sue a hoe", etc. I think I am justified in any stance I take towards this matter BUT as the Bible says, "All things are lawful for me BUT not all things are expedient". So, since I'm on a quest to have peace in my life & be a peaceful voice in the lives of those around me, I'll refrain ;)
This blog is dedicated to those whom the economy has affected in the worst way... the homeless!
I NEVER thought in a MILLION years that I wouldn't have a permanent address. My job requires me to move A LOT so I would send my bank statements, tax forms, phone bills, car notes, etc to my "permanent address" aka my momma house.
We moved into 107 Cheney Ct. when I was in the 7th grade
The house was foreclosed on Jan 17th.
My heart hurts.
So now my mother and my sister are homeless.
No matter how many times I say it, it doesn't register for me.
Part of my heart wants to move back to NC & figure out a way to take care of my family. Part of me wants my step-dad to step up to the plate & do his job, considering they aren't divorced yet. Part of me wants to fly them out to Iowa to live in my apartment. My mind, heart, soul, are all out of whack.... there is a HUGE vacancy in my heart where "home" used to be... my heart is homeless! My heart hurts & I cry nightly b/c the pain of hearing a 13 year old cry because she wants "to go home" will give you a new perspective on pain. My mom is strong. She was a single parent for 5-7 years, we lived in poverty when I was little, she's a gansta! However, my sister ..... she was Daddy's Princess, shoot, she was the QUEEN! Now, she's a beggar and I know the pains of fiction becoming a harsh reality.
So, I wrote this blog because I used to drive past the homeless man at the intersection of 54 and 55 in Durham & SMH. I used to wonder what it's like for a family to live out of a hotel. I would judge the homeless b/c I thought there was something THEY did that bought that lifestyle on themselves BUT now, I KNOW BETTER. I could have been a series of unfortunate events that lead them to homelessness.
I'm speaking out about this b/c when you see Sade or Wanda or Lafi, or Mrs. Smith & her 3 kids, Mr. Doe & his family ... we will probably be smiling, joking, facebooking, tweeting, etc but you NEVER KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON IN THEIR REAL LIFE! This blog isn't for a pity party b/c I KNOW that this is just a test. Without a TEST there is NO TESTIMONY sooo I'm ok w/ that. More importantly when I am balling, I'll buy my mom 4 houses, 1 for each season if she wants...
I just want ya'll to understand that life can sometimes foreclose on your hopes, dreams,& promises. Leaving a vacancy in your heart, mind, & soul. So if you bump into someone who's homeless/heartless, don't judge them, LOVE & PRAY for THEM!
-A Homeless Heart
