I Know It's Sad, But...

A little while ago I had a conversation with this woman, she started it. It was about all those children being killed. I didn't say anything, then she asked did I have anything to say about it. I told her no, it doesn't matter to me...and it doesn't.

She got so angry & so mad at me, she couldn't even express it in words. I felt the way I felt, cause that is how I feel and will always feel that way. She said its because I don't have children. She says well she does & grandchildren and that affects her. How?

You kids are grown, and your grandchildren are at that age where they should be taught about what's right and what's wrong. You gown kids, I told her are something all together. She said explan and since she ask, I did.

Your grown ass kids are gangsters, in gangs and that is all that matters to them. Their gang is their family. Oh, but they live in your house, running shit, running shit right out of your house. They have your grandkids around that madness, so what do you think your grandkids are going to grow learning. Who am I to tell you that your grandkids pants shouldn't be 'sagging' off their little young butts. That shit isn't cute. Getting fitted hats and Baby Jordans...hello, who has money for that. But no, you tell me last week, even though you're working, making 17.50 an hour, you're 2 months behind in rent. I'm not gonna mention the shit that REALLY pisses me off, what you told me.