Come Inside if you Grew up Broke
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i remember one time i was with my aunt and she took like $20 out of the ATM to spend on my brother and I and i remember thinking "i didn't even know that could happen" like it 
that she would get money out of the bank to spend on us having fun.
that she would get money out of the bank to spend on us having fun.
Richard Wright
Living Legend
Shiiit, my dad was abusive and gone by my second birthday, my mom has MS. ANd I still resented her when I was younger because I never understood. You gotta give your parents a chance later in life to explain things you might not have had perspective on when you were younger.
I grew up broke, got a full ride and now I get stacks to study
mom.
I grew up broke, got a full ride and now I get stacks to study
mom.
better your life. justify your pain.
grew up broke and i'm working on that right now.
grew up broke and i'm working on that right now.
I actually don't want to get into it but keep your smart ass comments to yourself.
U Know fred sanford empire. well that was me for about 15 years in the heart of watts
Grew up broke. Both parents didn't have HS degrees
Pops showed up to all my games and mom always tried to cook what she can. They did their best and that's all I could ask for
But yeah.. eatin ramen noodles and sleeping on couches aint wassup
Pops showed up to all my games and mom always tried to cook what she can. They did their best and that's all I could ask forBut yeah.. eatin ramen noodles and sleeping on couches aint wassup
that was just a questiondidn't mean anything by it
...Trust me I know where you were going with that question. I'm not dumb, Marcuz
I grew up poor in the Mississippi Delta.... Cotton Fields, Dirt Roads and all that
But I was too dumb to know the difference in "rich" and "poor".
Clothes were clothes, cars were cars, etc. etc......
Some places had stores you could walk to and sidewalks and paved roads with lights on them....
All that shyt on TV was exactly what it was: shyt on TV.
Work for Money.
I only learned the difference when people started making fun of me and others for what we didn't have (among other things). Then I started paying attention to things like financial classes and how each one was looked at by the other classes....
Sometime around the 7th grade or so, I started knowing the sting of not being able to afford shyt you wanted yourself.
But I was too dumb to know the difference in "rich" and "poor".
Clothes were clothes, cars were cars, etc. etc......
Some places had stores you could walk to and sidewalks and paved roads with lights on them....
All that shyt on TV was exactly what it was: shyt on TV.
Work for Money.
I only learned the difference when people started making fun of me and others for what we didn't have (among other things). Then I started paying attention to things like financial classes and how each one was looked at by the other classes....
Sometime around the 7th grade or so, I started knowing the sting of not being able to afford shyt you wanted yourself.
grew up broke till i was 4 and came to canada 
mom ate off that nursing degree, and my dad ate good of only have a grade 6 education but knowing how to weld.
mom ate off that nursing degree, and my dad ate good of only have a grade 6 education but knowing how to weld.
i know this is off topic but...
at "come inside"
at "come inside"
Grew up broke...moms had a good government job but lost it when her husband at the time who also worked there (not my father) hit her while they were at work. She was called into to talk about the incident and tried to protect him and they both got fired.
shyt went downhill after that, house burned down, was homeless for a couple months at a time, multiple times, I mean it's all kinda shyt that I could say but it really boils down to the fact that once she lost that job security she started getting it in the streets, eventually got locked up for a long stretch. Bounced around from staying with family, to group homes and things of that nature.
My father was never around, never even knew "that guy" was my father until I was like 9 or 10.
As I've grown spiritually I have learned to not judge either of them, now that i'm older I see the method behind their madness...It took me years to even acknowledge that I had anger toward my mom about certain things, i'm still dealing with that. And on the flip, being that I spent the bulk of my life essentially motivated by hatred for my father i'm also dealing with the fact that I still look for approval from somebody who's never been there, that I said I hated ect.
Last time I talked to him was on fathers day 3 years ago, two days before my mother died. Conversation was very awkward but I literally felt a weight...heaviness lift up off of my chest as I let the "hate" for him go. The problem is, the mind is not a vaccum...you can't just "delete" a certain emotion and move on, it has to be replaced. With what though?
This is what my current day challenge is, funny i'm typing all of this out because tomorrow is the anniversary of the day I got that call.
shyt went downhill after that, house burned down, was homeless for a couple months at a time, multiple times, I mean it's all kinda shyt that I could say but it really boils down to the fact that once she lost that job security she started getting it in the streets, eventually got locked up for a long stretch. Bounced around from staying with family, to group homes and things of that nature.
My father was never around, never even knew "that guy" was my father until I was like 9 or 10.
As I've grown spiritually I have learned to not judge either of them, now that i'm older I see the method behind their madness...It took me years to even acknowledge that I had anger toward my mom about certain things, i'm still dealing with that. And on the flip, being that I spent the bulk of my life essentially motivated by hatred for my father i'm also dealing with the fact that I still look for approval from somebody who's never been there, that I said I hated ect.
Last time I talked to him was on fathers day 3 years ago, two days before my mother died. Conversation was very awkward but I literally felt a weight...heaviness lift up off of my chest as I let the "hate" for him go. The problem is, the mind is not a vaccum...you can't just "delete" a certain emotion and move on, it has to be replaced. With what though?
This is what my current day challenge is, funny i'm typing all of this out because tomorrow is the anniversary of the day I got that call.
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