I know that the day will come when eventually they will all be no more.
The trashy type of people spoil and ruin everything with their obnoxious, undesirable, and revolting behavior and auras.
These particular individuals have an inadequate and sick mentality.
They tend to put a damper on a beautiful day, a wonderful mood, and the productive quality of life in general.
The majority of them are exactly like a dark cloud that comes to hover over as a great dread and gloom.
These kinds of people are definitely nothing at all for anyone to genuinely be brought down by mentally, spiritually, or emotionally.
However, they can be very aggravating and completely irritating to the soul who is at peace and harmony within them self and within their surroundings.
I remember as a young child first coming into contact with the trash, observing the depth of their degenerateness. I unfortunately had certain members of the family who fell into this category of disgrace.
Then, when I went to school, they were there also.
My pure and innocent bright soul wondered “what were they?” “Where did they all come from?” “Why are they here in the world?”
When I would look at them and their appearance-their physical features, mannerisms, their tones of voice and the way that they would express themselves-I’d say to myself how could a God give life to something like them?
Something had to be wrong somewhere.
I still feel that way til this day just even stronger in and about my thoughts and facts regarding the trash.
Anyone or anything that could or would create these people into existence absolutely raised a great big red flag of warning and caution to the senses that I was definitely able to accurately perceive.
People who are of a garbage nature obviously have no class and are very jealous and envious of those who are naturally of a better stature character-wise.
Of course, money or material possession plays no part whatsoever in the determination of what is and what is not considered trash.
There are many poor and middle class people who are accurately and innately defined as substance. And many rich people who are undoubtedly the innermost epitome of what trash exactly describes and classifies as.
Garbage type of people are not limited to a specific group of people. They do come in all races.
As an African american female with much knowledge and honesty I can and will say this though, and that is that there are plenty of black people who are not worth anything to themselves or to anyone else.
They are extremely ignorant, envious and jealous, and continue to try to tear their own race down. And they make things, situations, and circumstances bad for the ones who are about something good or constructive.
All African american people are not to blame for the destructiveness of their communities and family structure.
Many have just been objects or victims of certain other people within the west Indian culture and conspires to pollute and dilute the purity, heritage, and vitality of our original innate beauty and existence.
I know this from true experience myself.
They set out to destroy by taking the special things that belong to us. The things that are of a spiritual and intellectual value, the things that are celestially sacred.
The conspiracies of the particular Caribbean people include using us African american people as guinea pigs, bribing us with money, turning us against one another-even against our own relatives.
They do also conspire against other races of people yet much of the black or African american race tend to not stick together as a unit or as a people harmoniously so therefore many of the Caribbean cultures as well as certain other cultures consider us to be stupid and uncivilized.
There is indeed prejudice and bias within all walks of life with all types of people but I must admit I never judged anybody solely on race, or on race at all for that matter.
I am so sick and tired of hearing certain black people who blame caucasian people in general for the things of the past, incidents that may have happened ages ago way before their time, and for their own inability to succeed in this crazy society.
It has been a lot of white people who have done nothing but help and encourage me during the times that I was growing up, and even now. They were nice and gave me a platform to aspire from as well as an environment to succeed and be healthy in.
It has been my own so-called race of people who sadly continued to want to hold me back in life and in the things that I was capable of doing.
I could always get along with anyone of any race that my spirit took to yet some of the west Indians and Haitians that I have come across were troublesome.
Not everyone can be influenced, persuaded, or coerced.
These people know who to go after (those with low self-esteem, the weak-minded, etc…) and for the ones who are not able to be snatched up into the games and mechanisms of control they are placed and plagued upon by the battles that are struggled with through the tactics of evil black magic.
Absurdly, the garbage will endeavor to claim or to convert a person of substance into their own insane world of disorder.
The day that I ever become a stupid, irresponsible, immature person with no self-love and self-respect who lacked purpose by indulging in worthless gossip, excessive drug and alcohol use, nasty promiscuous sexual activity, and the constant re-population of rampant baby trash is the day that hell will freeze over.
Which absolutely means never! It is not within my celestial plan or nature.
Garbage contributes nothing that is truly substantial to society and to the world that we all live in.
All that the trash like to do is to party hard.
They are not in tune with the matters that concern our spiritual or material warfare other than the rumors and innuendoes that are spread and assumed by people who remain in the headline news.
These people are not on the level when it comes to the depth of life. They are not even on the level when it comes to the minor things that regard life, circumstances, and their situations.
If some of them can afford to they waste money on frivolity by dressing up in particular styles of weave, jewelry, and apparel only to impress other people out of their own insecurity and low self-worth.
They profile and show off in fancy vehicles.
They over compensate by trying to be more than what they actually are. Some of them even believe that they are more than what they are even though deep down inside they do recognize their inferiority.
I have witnessed these acts of ostentation and pretentious conduct for many years now.
What really kills me though is how these type of people try to cause fear into one. They always want someone to be scared and afraid of them with their loud talk and boasts of violence just to intimidate and to prove that they are rough and tough.
Usually, and in reality, they are the most cowardly kind of people that there is that is within existence. Especially the way that they take advantage of others in order to get what they want.
They do not have the courage, dignity, or ability to acquire or to accomplish anything that is worthwhile.
They do not know the meaning or the fulfillment of working hard, or working at all to gain the rewarding achievements of and on their own.
The trash have no life.
In return, and in the process of their constant degeneration, their negative energies linger around idly, vigilantly seeking to drain and to suck out the lights of positive vibrant lives and their life-forces.
Today was a beautiful day. The weather was perfect. It wasn’t too hot and it wasn’t too cool, it was just right; I wish the rest of the summer could stay that way everyday and night.
Early this morning my mother and I went and did some shopping. When we left Duane Reade we were carrying a total of four large shopping bags of items. I had two in the grips of my hands, and my mother had the other two in the grips of hers.
Instead of going back home right away, we decided to go straight to waldbaums so we wouldn’t have to come back out to make another trip. As we lugged our bags, we went and caught two buses which took and let us off at our destination.
My mother and I hadn’t planned on staying at waldbaums too long, just time enough to quickly pick up something not available at most supermarkets. We laid our bags down by the bread aisle, and then I went to get what I needed. Upon my arrival at a shelf I noticed a few sales and stayed slightly longer than we both planned.
I know that there is a first time for everything. However, in my thirty-seven years of life, I have never gone through any of this phony bullshit!
Within maybe a good twenty minutes, eyes were on me and my mother and our large shopping bags.
Two men came and stood nearby vigilantly observing us. They appeared to be members of management.
Now, the four bags that my mother and I had, never budged from the floor near the bread aisle-until I returned with a shopping cart-to gather some additional items from the store. And when I did grab my two bags the two men were watching me the whole entire time.
I entered another aisle and my mother followed me with her two large bags. The next thing we know this silly woman comes from out of nowhere behind us pushing another shopping cart our way, and telling me to put my bags inside. She also appeared to be a member of management.
“Put your bags in the cart”, she said. You’re putting groceries inside your bags to make it easier for you to carry. Give them to me and I’ll hold them for you. They’ve got to be heavy right?”
“I already have a cart”, I told her.
This bitch had caught me off guard because I didn’t want to believe that someone could actually be this stupid. But who am I kidding; you got people like that all over the place.
“Well, if you are going to take my bags aren’t you going to give me a ticket or something?” I said.
The woman ignored me.
I grabbed my two bags as my mother uttered “come on toy, let’s go”.
“She is acting like we are stealing”, I said as the bitch backed up with the cart she’d brought and left out the aisle.
When my mother and I made it to the register, one of the men who appeared as management approached us, asking “do you have a receipt that I could see?”
My mother pulled out two receipts showing proof of all our purchases we made from Duane Reade, and how much that was paid for the items, plus showed him how much money we had on us and he looked like a complete fool.
The man then tried to explain to me that we had items in our bags that their supermarket carried (oh what a lame excuse).
Then I explained to him how that woman blatantly insinuated that I had taken items from their store and stuffed them inside my bags.
“She didn’t see me do that”, I told him. “Because I didn’t”.
He listened remained quiet and walked away.
I know what was behind that bogus bullshit. The woman had tried to obtain my bags so that she could plant some random supermarket items inside of them to make it look as if I actually were there committing a theft.
I’ve shopped at numerous places all of my life and am well aware that workers and business owners are apt to be suspicious in general. And you have to be in this day and age.
It is necessary precaution, though this whole incident smelled very funny to me. And I am one who can sniff out some bullshit. My mother and I did nothing out of the ordinary. We barely even moved that much while we were there at waldbaums.
My family and I aren’t rich but we do come from money. We have never been without. I have family members from the south who own their own businesses. One has their own funeral home. My mother’s grandparents use to make their own products and sell them for a profit.
The good people in my family always worked for the things that they achieved-and just like me-we never had to take! We honestly earned everything because it was in our blood to succeed and do well.
This was an attempt to get me arrested, to ruin my credibility. And guess what? I don’t give a fuck!
I have never been arrested and I’ve never been to jail. But most of my foes have. And what is a person who steals? A thief, of course, and a thief is a liar, a person who can’t be trusted. I tell you, when you are on the right path you’ve got to be careful.
The wolves sometimes lie in wait eager for the opportunity to seize and attack. To chew you up and spit you out to rot lower than what they are.
It will never happen with me. I know how to hunt. And I know how to aim. And when I shoot, I shoot to kill. And I definitely will not miss.
Saturday, February 04, 2006 at 11:06 AM EST
Ever since i was a little girl i’ve been exposed to all races of people. My mother wanted me to learn about other different cultures because that is what our world is made up of. I’m a black woman who from kindergarten on up went to school with a wide range of different nationalities and that experience was very beneficial to me and my life.
It is no good to be limited in life. The more you know the further you can go.There will always be prejudice out there in the world and everybody doesn’t have to like everybody but i can get along with anybody if i want to be bothered because i know how to socialize on many levels. I just don’t get along with low-life people, i can’t tolerate them, however knuckleheads come in a variety of races.
There have been a few people of other nationalities who were bias against me but i didn’t take it personal because i didn’t care, to me that was their problem. Then there have been quite a few who were very generous to me, one trusting me with her ATM card, and some trusting that i had their best interest but i think that was more of a trust issue than a racial one.
Other races, more so white people, always tried to help me get ahead in life. They treated me better than those of my own nationality. A lot of blacks don’t like to see their own kind prosper if they don’t have anything good going on for them. They are too busy being ignorant and jealous, gossiping and trying to hold people back by doing underhanded things. Instead of putting effort into ruining someone else’s life they need to learn how to conduct themselves and raise their black children right! Some people also don’t like race mixing.
I have blood relatives who are of another race so that matter doesn’t faze me. Some black people want to mix with other races for stupid reasons, because they want their children to come out pretty with light skin and nice hair, when they should be getting with someone for more sincere reasons.
I never really judged people solely on what nationality they were but i will admit that my family didn’t like Haitian and Jamaican people. We didn’t have any of them in our family. Like i said, everybody don’t have to like everybody-nobody’s perfect. We should be good to those who are good to us.