Why have african American youth basically given up on themselves?
- Education has become something that is look at as an option. You cannot CHOOSE to be education in today's society.
- other races don't have faith in african Americans so instead of proving them wrong, they give in to the stereotypes and prove them right.
- You can lead a horse to water but you cannot make him drink, you can lay all educational resources in front of the youth but you can't make them use it.
- No matter what we do, people will always look down on us so why try to change something that can't be changed?
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
My Social Problem
Through my research I will investigate the lack of determination in today's youth. I don't understand our generation. Especially when looking at the African American youth. Individuals fought and died for our rights yet some of us take them for granted and even mock them. I don't understand it. But I want to find out why.
Monday, October 22, 2012
My Roots
I am from decapitated teddy bears and mix match socks,
from kool-aid and 25 cents ice pops.
I am from the sound of sticks glided across the metal fence
I am from weekly character building techniques which usually involved a lot of lashes supported by little reasoning.
the street lights
whose timing determined whether I got a lesson or a homework pass
I am from pink moisturizer and shiny black school shoes.
I'm from It wasn't me's and Ohhhh I'm telling's.
From Answer me when I'm talking to you and Don't talk back.
I'm from Circle,Circle,Dot, Dot, Now I got my cootie shot
I'm from Burt and Ernie
from cheerios and apple juice
From the black eye my brother got from a 9 year old when he was 13.
From the whooping my mother gave him afterwards
I embrace the things most chose to forget.
I hid my emotions in a notebook
Locked down my memories in a flip-book
Called out my agonies with a pen
Never saying a word
Because where I'm from, You're best option is to stay quite
from kool-aid and 25 cents ice pops.
I am from the sound of sticks glided across the metal fence
I am from weekly character building techniques which usually involved a lot of lashes supported by little reasoning.
the street lights
whose timing determined whether I got a lesson or a homework pass
I am from pink moisturizer and shiny black school shoes.
I'm from It wasn't me's and Ohhhh I'm telling's.
From Answer me when I'm talking to you and Don't talk back.
I'm from Circle,Circle,Dot, Dot, Now I got my cootie shot
I'm from Burt and Ernie
from cheerios and apple juice
From the black eye my brother got from a 9 year old when he was 13.
From the whooping my mother gave him afterwards
I embrace the things most chose to forget.
I hid my emotions in a notebook
Locked down my memories in a flip-book
Called out my agonies with a pen
Never saying a word
Because where I'm from, You're best option is to stay quite
Friday, October 19, 2012
Welcome to my Blog
This is my social research blog. Look forward to post and updates throughout the year.
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