Borrowed

As a child, I lived with my grandmother. My grandmother allowed me to draw on walls. She let me jump on the bed. She let me climb on furniture. I was able to sing really loud in the house. I was able to watch cartoons. There was no restriction on what I could eat in the refrigerator. I didn't grow up in a restrictive household. My grandmother once had 12 people living in her 2 bedroom 1300 sq ft home. Everything was shared. When someone cooked we all ate. Any groceries purchased were available to anyone who walked through the door. The concept of buying food and denying people access to it is incomprehensible to me.

All that I am is a reflection of what I saw. It was my grandmother's greatest pet peeve for people to be "lowdown" and "ugly." It is lowdown if you are able to help someone and refuse to do so. When you can heal something but refuse to do so, that's lowdown. It is lowdown if you know how to bypass a bullshit system, but still want others to struggle through it because you struggled through it. Since I was a child, I have honored my grandmother by refusing to be lowdown and ugly. I do not like some of y'all because you are unabashedly lowdown and ugly. Your "heart ain't right" and that's why folks can't connect to you. It's sad!