You can go to any public place, any private place and just any place and you will see groups of people who appeared to have lost all respect for themselves and for you.  I see grown men who want to be boys and boys who want to be grown men.  Girls who want to be women and women who want to be girls.  This group is interesting and sad and pitiful and weak and without purpose and without vision for long-term gratification. Everything is right now and yesterday.  I want to retire at 55 and I write about things that touch my soul.  I have 2 boys and 1 girl. Children that I believe will succeed in life.  I know that with constant awareness of who they surround themselves with at least for now – they are off to a good start.

What I have to fight against are the images that they are bombarded with daily. Not only on television, on the internet also at the grocery store, the park and even church. I see grown women with low-cut t-shirts where their breasts seem to be screaming help me, help me somebody I can’t breathe. These same women have on too short shorts, too tight jeans, holes in their jeans, tattoos on their breasts, on their back, on their shoulder, on the sides of their necks, on their ankles, on their fingers and on their wrists, holes in every place on the face that can be pierced – lip, nose, eyebrow and of course the tongue and these are soomebodies’ mothers. These same women want to impart some kind of modesty to their daughters and all I can say is puhleaze! Their daughters want so badly to be like their mothers that these little girls are dressed even more provocatively. They decorate their hair with pink, blue, green and orange braids, they talk loud and often in public and on their cell phones and texting is non-stop, their tattoos are on the lower part of their back right near their butt and they will allow the “hit” with the slightest inkling that the boy can give them something right now. Their logic is that at least they will get some boy to look at them with the same googly eyes as the men look at their mother. These boys look with mouth open, lips dripping and drooling and wanting to just “hit” it.  Our little boys walk around with sagging jeans, oversized t-shirts, do-rags, baseball caps with their brims turned to the side or turned to the back, cell phone ringing and a whole lot of bling either on their hands or in their mouths, no concept of a tomorrow; all living for today.  Their fathers are either in jail, not living with their mother or dead. The fathers that are left look just like the sons. Fathers with hats to the side, sagging jeans, oversized t-shirts, bling on their hands and in their mouths and no jobs, on assistance, selling drugs, living off some woman, on unemployment and just hanging around the corners with the little boys who idolize them.  These little boys see these grown men of all that they can be and that is nothing. Nothing of any consequence to themselves and certainly to society. They show this failure to grow by actions and inaction. We have little boys carrying guns and knives and talking a whole lot about the day they ‘hit it’ and then talk about when they make it big. Everyone is a rapper and a fast talker – nothing is slow and worthwhile it is all rich and right now and in this writers opinion – worthless.

It is all about sex. Sex, sex and more sex.  And at the end of the day it appears to me that our society really doesn’t care.  How do we expect children to grow into mature and responsible adults when the adults aren’t even adults? I see what I see and I don’t like it. 

 Yolande Barial
Your Words Project: Speaking on Purpose
Seeks to Enrich the Lives of Women through Spoken and Written Word.

“Through her inspirational writings and spiritual poetry, Yolande Barial empowers all sisters, young and seasoned, to become on-purpose for themselves.”


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