As a black mother, my heart pains every time I turn on the news. Mortuary and funeral business is raking in at an all-time high. We are losing our children left and right. If it’s not at the hands of this treacherous beast named Cancer then we are losing them at the hands of gun violence. R.I.P. and R.W.G. is becoming a coined phrase among our youth. You are seeing more young people filling funeral parlors than anything and I can truly say that this hurts.. Continue reading
It took me to get older, wiser and become a mother before I could fully understand my parents’ rules of being in the house before dark, the inability to hang out and do what other kids my age were doing, the multiple phone calls I had to make to check-in whenever I was out or why I could not stay over a friend’s house. Of course at the time, I felt my parents were being overly-protective and hindering me from enjoying my childhood. I now realize and truly appreciate the efforts my parents put forth to love and protect me during my younger years.
Trevon Martin, Michael Brown, Leon Ford and Leroy Powell are all young African American males whose lives were affected by guns. Continue reading