Pray for the ones that were lost, pray for the ones that were taken, seems as if our youth ain’t gonna make it, playing taking each others lives, thinking its gonna be easier to get by, sorry that’s a fucking lie, you have to work hard give a helping hand, or you’ll be eaten alive, dissolved and unregonized selfish tactics will always have you reaching under the mattress, putting on all the latches, creating maddnes, it sadnes me the future youth, looks up to half of you ,and you have no clue. Confertaion between the two, kids thinking its kool, why we can’t just build and turn the projects into a complex, educate and progress, let our funds circulate and bring down this murder rate.
So in high school even after, i enjoyed reading. I even gathered a great collection of books. So one book that i did read was True to the game it was catchy intresting and relatable in certain ways. They actually had three parts, would like to say one of the best selleres.
what do you think? What was one of your fav books?
so here iam watching the movie. True to the game and all i can say is, its a fact movies are nothing like the book. Honestly im hoping they find away go make a part two. Yes their were a couple of scenes in the movie that hit the book, but come on.
what did you enjoy about the movie?
i also feel the books were so good the movie shouldve displayed in theaters not netflix of course my opinion.
Hey guys, not sure of how many of you guys have teenagers. I remember being a teen and somewhat so defining. More because my parents didnt allow certain things, they were old school alittle more strick, straight to the book.
So for my teens i try to carry on some traditonal parenting skills, as with being a little more open as well. Ive notice its not working as much seems as if their trying to take advantage.
Do you use tactics from the old school or your own?
Do you ask other parents for opinions or constanly say you got it, buy nothing changes?
As im still growing im extremly grateful, i mean theirs things i wish i could change from my teen experience. Like working summer youth, having more responsiblity but those are the things im able to change with my children. I didnt work summer youth because my parents wanted me to enjoy life, but i didnt gain the responsiblity. My parents were strick on me going outside riding the train, i was kinda spoiled in away. So with my teens i allow them to ride the train go outside with curfew,so they can have not only experience but those are also life lessons.
did you have to work summer youth? Were you responsible early on?
The difference also is i grew up in a two parent household. Todays society, well my children arent. Myself and their dad have a decent relationship but arent togather. We tend to agree to disagree. If you know what i mean. He also was raised in a two family household but had tons of responsiblity. Almost as if he took care of himself and his siblings. So we do come to a common ground.
Why do you believe theirs less of two parent households? Is their less of two parent households? Did you grow in a two parent household?
theirs always disadvantages and advantages in situations, so dont pass to much judgement!
so theirs times where me and my children dont meet i to eye because theirs things i dont understand or they try and use against me.
Iike dad lets me do this on the weekends why wont you?
Sometimes it just frustrating.
So myself and dad try to come with a mutal agreement, so one isnt more strick then the other and keep some of more traditional tactics.
communication is key even if you guys dont seem to get along.
maybe even ask someone for their advice on parenting skills its ok, we werent born being parents.
lets not forget you were a teen too!
What do you suggest?
Were you comfortable with speaking to your parents? What are your teen tactics?
Ive notice the more we work togather as parents the better our children are in school.
More on the topic next convo! Dont be afraid to leave either your opinion or relatable story!
Trust is the easiest thing to give till shown other wise, then trust becomes the hardest to release. Letting go. Communication is always easy when you know its between the participents of the conversation. " sometimes you have to lie to see where itll end up"
I have a story... trust the process.. so we all have a story right? So i place on my makeup and i smile i place up my mask this posona because iam she, and as a female were suppose to have it all together. ..
We are the strength the heart of the family,.
But deep down i scream i let out tears at night because iam a role model a mother sister a female and i cant, im not suppose to show my weakness allow my children to see this.
No-one ever keeps it real and talks about postpartum how it kicks your ass when noone seems to be watching when everyone thinks everything is ok because you smile and know how to decieve or you work so hard its hard to even believe.
... Its like being bipolar and not being diagnosed another mental illness and none seems to care, cause she just has an attitude
.... The percentage goes up and communication lacks because society is sooo judgemental. Its not only just becoming harmful.
It doest occur right away for some and for others it can last a lifetime. Its not always a detachment from the baby but sometimes from people. ...
Some express in ways you cant imagine others hold their heads high.
Take a minute and ask how are you today? Would you like to take a walk? Lets have lunch? .
Never be straight forward and ask denial is in the blood, if something is off to you suggesting in professional help is always the best.
conversation is key, some just need an ear..
Whats your story? Do you know anyone?
.... dont be afraid to express yourself! ...
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Remember we all are #beautifullyimperfect that's the #uglytruth so #beyou iam just #beingtanginika iam #essanceofafemale. ...
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\nyou put the gun to my head and made me cut him up
\nmy stomach couldn't take it and I threw up you was so upset
\nTold me to shut my mouth while you clean it all up you kicked me out and told me to duck for a while
\nWe, Met up and you never brung nothing up couple yrs later you got shot in the head they thought they had you but you showed you was tough walking the streets with ya head up two months later you past they tried to determine your luck but it was your time cause you was ready to body everybody and tell they FAM good luck
\nMy cuz my blood , I bugged out fogged up took a new route don't be loud shit I barely make a sound I just smile and listen to the lies while I walk diss long dark 8 mile
\nI tend to look over my shoulder making sure no ones coming for me theirs a lot of hate depending on DA memories thing is most of them use to be friends with me
\nSometimes try to talk to me but Ik they just be lurking on DA low wanting to know why I'm not riding no more told them I'm done trapping I'm on a different road I'm looking for gold I'm not doing shit no more just for show