Growing up in the projects of NY was an experience that most people in poverty wanted to escape. The way many minorities coped was through drugs, which also lead to abusive behavior, sexually, physically, mentally. Many hopes and dreams are shattered in the projects. When your home life is messed up you don’t wanna be there, it leads you to the streets! That was a way of escaping. That was the time when you see so many other people’s life was just as bad as yours. That’s when you realize those potted meat sandwiches was not so bad at all because at least you had something.
I wasn’t afforded the luxuries some of my friends had. I was not taught how to take care of myself ,at the age of 12 my mom was still doing my hair, washing my clothes by hand, My Mom would make sure I had what I needed to live but she didn’t give me the tools I needed to survive! I learned the basics from the streets, my friends who was more advanced then me,who knew more about life experiences than I did,yet we were all the same age, we learned differently.
The streets taught me how to be the one thing that I was not, Strong! I wasn’t prepared for any of the things that I needed to know. I wasn’t aware of who I was, what I wanted to be, The tools I needed to live in today’s society. All I knew is that when my mom died I had no choice. She died in 1996 when biggie smalls came out with the song the sky is the limit and I was motivated by that I was determined to do something for myself. The first thing I taught myself was nobody gonna take care of me like me. And that was because all the broken promises, the feeling of being let down was just becoming too repetitive in my life.
Majority of minority children are not given the tools they need to survive,we are not taught about finances, building credit, financial wealth, Hell we lived paycheck to paycheck, how can we afford saving anything let alone putting our kids on our line of credit to get them started we had no credit. Every check went to bills it went to rent not even a mortgage but rent to live in low income housing. Those same projects I lived in as a kid is now $2200 a month people are paying that much to live in the projects and something is definitely wrong with that picture.
Now that I’m older with kids on my own. I understand now that my mom did the best she could with the circumstances she was given and it trickled down from generation to generation she could not teach me what she wasn’t taught, so then in return how could I teach mine? Times have changed a little I mean I pay for a house now over 1000 a month. By next year I should have my own house I’m tired of paying someone else’s mortgage. My rent has never been missed even in a pandemic but I can’t go in the bank and get a mortgage because What? I wasn’t given the tools or had no help along the way, or is that just excuses I worked all my life have 2 cars, I work in healthcare and, I go to school fulltime with a full-time job. And I talk to my kids every day about saving money getting their credit right and the responsibilities of adult hood, as far as I know it. But most importantly I am alive and well.
I am a work in progress and everyday I strive to be better, or do something differently. You are never to old to learn everyone is teachable. I will never forget my past because it made me who I am today, Determined! So whether it’s biggie smalls or anyone else. Don’t Tell Me The Sky Is The Limit When There Are Footprints On The Moon