precious

ive just returned from seeing the movie precious.
even though im still processing, i know one thing...
i appreciate the risk that entire entity took to portray life as is.
and maybe it was too real.
because in an inadverdent way it hit home.
and ive ssen some of that crap go down, and i kno some of my kids come from that.

at the end when the screen went black i felt like i was pulled out of the depths of the sea, grasping for that breath to ensure that i was still alive.

but heres the thing about that black screen, it dont go blank for my kids.
and as i was watching, all i could think of is what am i doing to give my kids their voice. their pen. their way to write their story.

i found myself screaming at myself, it dont matter if theres 35 or 5. ive gotta make it work. the ones that havent been heard. that ones that have been misheard. the ones trying to be heard.

because heres reality.

black screen.
life continues on.
and thousands of children like precious in america remain.

i just hope i dont forget.