When You Want To Help Protest But You Have To Protest Against Your Mama's Cancer First
There's so much going on in the world, specifically America it seems of lately. Yet, it's not lately. It's actually just now being documented a bit more because of the use of the common folk's phone cameras and sometimes the media. I've written about the subject plenty of time. My brother/uncle/nephew/cousin could have been Trayvon Martin, Michael Brown at anytime. It hurts and after receiving statistics that show 1.5 Million African-American men are missing (jail, drafted, dead) it breaks my heart even more.
After all of this, I can say nothing breaks my heart more than watching my mama fight cancer. Although she's not alone in her fight (my Grandmother is fighting it as well, along with Alzheimer's). It weighs a pain indescribable. Laughter can turn into tears in such a quick moment that it almost seems unreal. Cancer is so much more than the physical disease itself, it becomes an emotional disease that can only be cured with love, patience and empathy. I have had my heart broken plenty of times (or maybe my ego) & I thought my Grandpa leaving the earth would be the last really massive one, but witnessing my mama not able to do the things she used to do makes me so uncertain of the future for myself and the world together.
No, it's not a cry for help, in fact it's a loud scream to notify the world that life really is/are moments. The moment when you feel you are powerless in a situation that you want just a little power at least to take your mama's pain away is the most unbearable pain in the world. I'm sure I could have wrote this in my diary (because yes, I've kept one since 4th grade) but I'm compelled to share my feelings on the matter because maybe just someone that doesn't realize how precious life is will take the time out to notice. I am crying as I write this, but I will be ok...because I wrote this (exhale). I'm learning from this experience. And if you didn't know before, my time is precious and so is your's so use it wisely.
2015 The Year of Life Learning?