9/30/07
A lot has changed in the two years since New Orleans was drenched in the man made filth that filtered the flood waters and poisoned our lives. From the multitudes of people thinking that the government owes them and Fema is responsible for buying back their lives, to the corruption in elected leaders who line their pockets with the relief that was meant to sustain basic human needs.
The greed that has consumed many business owners, because quality is not what's needed turn a profit, (a trend that I thought was washed away with the debris when New Orleans was (Dewatered) pumped dry), has reached my hands. A sad but eye opening reality check? Yes. A slap in the face for quality? Yes, but, No not this guy, I refuse to sell out.
A fresh beginning, a clean slate and higher levee, all sounds good, but shit still rolls downhill, in this uphill battle to hang on to what little dignity I that I have left, hurts and I still refuse to sell out.
A dwindling bank account and a pile of bills works on my integrity, while I nurse a car that even now has to carry borrowed tools as I hope for something better to support my mounting debt, yet, I refuse to sell out.
A tear in my son’s eye and heavy heart prompt me to look for something better amongst the gluttony, desperation and total disregard for what is truly important in this great city of a chocolate mayor built on a swamp. And for those reasons, I refuse to sell out.
So I guess a not lot has changed in the two years since New Orleans was the in spotlight for the lawlessness and forgotten hope that inundates this crescent city even today.
So, at what cost will I sell out? Starvation? Homelessness? All for pride’s sake?
I WILL NOT SELL OUT!
Not stupid. Not stupid at all. I prostituted myself at a job I hated for six months, and hit the trifecta of tears nearly every day (crying on the subway BEFORE work, crying AT work, and crying AFTER work). The stupid part (for me) was that on my 2nd day on that job, I said to myself, "I think I made a terrible mistake," and didn't do anything about it.
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to rust while we are still living."
- Amma