Worldly Encounters


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The friendly, English-speaking extraterrestrial you run into outside your house is asking you to recommend the one book, movie, or song that explains what humans are all about. What do you pick?

I have one book that I don’t even loan out to my best friend. It is a small book with a big message. It is called Black Like Me.

black like meWhen the earth was formed and Adam and Eve…

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Worldly Encounters


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The friendly, English-speaking extraterrestrial you run into outside your house is asking you to recommend the one book, movie, or song that explains what humans are all about. What do you pick?

I have one book that I don’t even loan out to my best friend. It is a small book with a big message. It is called Black Like Me.

black like meWhen the earth was formed and Adam and Eve were created, God knew that he made us equal in every way except our color.

Why God did this I really don’t know. I have always wondered if it were for different parts of the earth. Maybe the heat or cold, the toughness of the skin that is needed to live in the different areas. If you know the reason of this, feel free to let me know.

I believe that we are all God’s creatures. We were each born with a brain, heart, bones and skin; and yet we have acted different from each other for centuries.

Did it start with Kings in the Bible? Did money change who we think we are or maybe some of us have more confidence than others. Does the big 5000 sq. ft. house make a person better than my 1500 sq. ft. house? Not really.

Jobs may have a large impact on how we look at ourselves, but again, are they more important being President of the country over someone like me who tries to survive in my little home-town?

What about the billions of dollars that are made by people who refuse to wear or carry nothing but a name-brand label? Does this mean I don’t look good in my Goodwill, second-hand clothes?

I am seeing that maybe there is a pattern here. A train of thought. We allow ourselves to let prejudice and fat attitudes to dictate who we are. Not all of us think this way, so don’t take this personally or begin to think I am picking on anyone.

In the book Black Like Me, it is written in the Civil War times. At this time racism is huge. Blacks and whites. The color of the skin rules what is obtained in life. This man is white and he goes to a doctor who tints his skin until he can pass for colored or black.

He then goes back into his community where he has lived for years. He writes about how changes took place when he entered businesses and tried to live his routine life.

Are we as a world able to snub, be rude or down-right mean to the color of the skin? It is sad, that we did in that era. Even today in 2014, it is better, but still prejudice runs wicked.

I am guilty of it too. My reasons are not of my own but instilled in me by family. I am trying hard to be aware of my thoughts and remember that I am an adult. I am able and capable of clinging to others thoughts or standing on my own two feet and making my own choices.

Sometimes we don’t even realize that we are slowly being dripped with information. We can be compared to a drip coffee maker. Watch the water come slowly through the tiny holes. The pot is empty and before you know it is full of black coffee. We can filter out our own minds, make the pot empty and fill it up with what ever flavor of life we choose.

Daily Prompt; West End Girls


Daily Prompt; West End Girls

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Every city and town contains people of different classes: rich, poor, and somewhere in between. What’s it like where you live? If it’s difficult for you to discern and describe the different types of classes in your locale, describe what it was like where you grew up — was it swimming pools and movie stars, industrial and working class, somewhere…

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Every city and town contains people of different classes: rich, poor, and somewhere in between. What’s it like where you live? If it’s difficult for you to discern and describe the different types of classes in your locale, describe what it was like where you grew up — was it swimming pools and movie stars, industrial and working class, somewhere in between or something completely different?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us SOCIETY.

Swimming pools and movie stars, oh my. Am I on the Beverly Hillbilly Show?beverly hillbillies

No, I don’t think so. Maybe I am an industrial gal, or the working class. I could dream about being the star in An Officer and a Gentleman.officer and a gentleman No, I am not that person either.

I grew up in a middle class family. A city of 40,000 people. Mainly whites, a couple of colored families.

My father believed that money made the world go round. My mother believed in having money but not bragging about it.

Dad wanted what others had. Mom helped others without their knowing. Dad fought going to church for years. Mom believed in never missing a service.

Where does that place me? A girl brought up realizing the only way that was right, was my parents beliefs. I was not allowed to have my own thoughts until I moved out of the home.

Today, there are many people who live in our area. There are African-American, whites, some Christians, non-Christians too. I live in a city that is connected to a smaller town who’s belief is that God is the main thought in everyone’s mind.

I sit back now at my age and realize I have no living  parents anymore. I can and am able to make my own decisions. A lot of my parents beliefs have been drilled in me and yet somehow I have been able to keep their beliefs and also make adjustments for my own life.

I feel like I am in the middle. I don’t sit on either side of the fence. I don’t care what color of hair or skin you have. You are just as good as me, and I am as likable as you. I live my life and you live yours.

I have my dreams and you have yours. No matter what seed we came from in the beginning,we are the same, we want good things out of life and yet, things split and change. We have the north and west sides of town, just as you have the south and east sides.

It seems color of skin matters to some. More types of neighborhoods live in similar locations. Money rules in choosing  housing areas. There are the finest, the poorest. Sometimes I can see the point of being cautious of where I live. I don’t really want to live in drug infested areas, and I don’t want to see prostitutes standing on my street corner.prostitute

But all in all, I think we are a world that should be able to live and work among each other. We are grown-ups, not children. We have been hurt as often as we have hurt others. We all deserve to be loved and have equal rights to what our world has to offer.

For me, what is important is that I feel good about me. What can I offer to you if I have nothing but disgust for myself. I can live with you as my neighbor. I will walk out my front door and wave and say hello if I see you outdoors.

I am me, nothing more, nothing less. Maybe I am different, because I am accepting. Maybe I am one of those Eastern girls, western girls. Take me as I am, and in return I will be your loyal friend.