DO YOU HAVE PITY FOR THE HOMELESS ?
MY OPINION:
JUST IMAGINE HOW MUCH TIME IS DEDICATED TO JUST STANDING SOMEWHERE WITH A SIGN. HOW MUCH $$$ PER HOUR IS BEING MADE?
I FEEL LIKE THIS; IF A PERSON HAS THAT MUCH TIME TO STAND AND BEG, THEN THAT’S MORE THAN ENOUGH TIME TO TRY TO FIND SOMEWHERE TO LIVE, THAT TIME STANDING COULD BE USED AT A JOB, MOST JOBS WANT PEOPLE THAT CAN STAND FOR LONG PERIODS OF TIME.
I DON’T HAVE PITY, DO YOU? SHARE YOUR OPINIONS!
Lacey C Riley
LACEYS PACE
Let’s just get to the point here. If you have a criminal record in you reside in the state of South Carolina, you’re screwed. fortunately, if you’re anything like me; you may be fine. Being self reliant and a self starter is the only way to survive in this world when the government has placed a label on you. no matter how kind and caring you are or how intelligent you may be, whatever mistakes you’ve made with the law aren’t forgiven and you have less than a 50% chance at gaining employment that could substantially increase your level of stability.
people always say it’s okay to make mistakes – bullshit! A mistake is like a point being taken away from your life. We are all “walking recorded data”! The law has gotten so power struct someone decided to keep record of each and every American life with the intention to control and “manage” the groups that the government created.
The groups are as follows:
homeless, poor, wealthy, rich, and criminals.
Each American has to be placed in one of these groups in order for the government to keep things at their preferred levels. There has to be a percentage of poor people, a percentage of wealthy people, and so on. BUT WHY?????
There is a wide range of reasons but the ultimate goal is CONTROL!
Unfortunately, I am one of the ones that has to live with this injustice. First of all, no one looks at WHY the person did what they did. I can understand the government when it comes to major charges like Murder, child abuse, etc, but there should be some type of chart or whatever they need to base their judgement on our futures. Every job that I’ve ever applied for, I had to make a decision on whether to lie or tell the truth about my past.
As you can see, hopefully, that I’m a fairly intelligent woman with goals. However, my record has me stuck in a dead end job that ONLY/BARELY pays my bills. There are no advancement opportunities and your coworkers treat you like crap. The only one that can take initiative is me! I’ve been labeled and placed in the Criminal Category. In this category you can’t really be trusted. If you’re on probation, you aren’t even allowed to vote. I thought voting was a human right, but I see the government has made it a privilege.
Another point to be made is, anytime you give your social security number you’re giving up all of your life to whomever you gave your social to. The employer, teacher, doctor, etcetera are people just like you and I. Why trust them? Companies do background checks, credit inquiries, and some even check your medical records without your permission. Nowadays, most people doesn’t monitor their credit history so they wouldn’t know about the inquiries anyway. With that being said, people like me aren’t given a reason for disqualification. It’s just a simple, NO.
THIS IS FOOD FOR THOUGHTS, PEOPLE LIKE ME AREN’T MEANT TO SURVIVE……..
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All I saw was the ceiling, there was a ceiling fan twirling above my head but there was no air. Every PUMP took my breath away. Every PUMP took my scream away. If I moved- a calloused fist would swing in the dark – then stars would appear, floating around my face. His SWEAT tasted like metal-it was like he was exuding blood from his sweat glands.
His fingernails entered my skin like tiny blades. I felt those fingers crawling around inside me for years. Those razors sliced my womanhood and innocence to pieces. I wanted him to just KILL me. I didn’t deserve to live through that. I didn’t cry because my eyes would burn. I didn’t want to move because another rage-filled fist would punish me. I hated myself for being so weak. I hated myself for allowing this to happen.
As I continued to lay there, I started to become complacent with the pain. In a way, I started feeling like I deserved it. I closed my eyes as he fucked me harder-the dryness didn’t stop him. My tensed body didn’t stop him.
IS THIS REAL? WAS THIS SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN?
I was 15 years old at the time. The rapist happened to be someone very close to one of my relatives. I trusted him, I let him in my life, and all he knew to do was take my sanity and innocence. I never told anyone, I was so afraid. I wasn’t the best kid and I was troubled, so who would believe me? That night invades my life everyday. Men that I thought that I could trust, only hurt me!
THANK GOD, I HAD AND HAVE THE STRENGTH TO CONTINUE WITH LIFE.
LET’S GET IT TOGETHER PEOPLE. CHANGE HAS TO COME!
Real picture taken by me in Greer, SC
How often do you see a real ladybug with no spots? Not very often I would guess, but this is actually my first time.
Taken by me, spotless ladybug and ant
The ladybug is alone with a little pest in its face. No similarities in sight. Where is his family? Where are his friends? This ladybug is similar to me in so many ways!
Seems so unimportant but very significant
I’m a spotless ladybug, I’m independent and as we’ve stated before, I’m friendless. I’ve been living in the State of South Carolina for 8 years with no family in sight. All of my family is located in Detroit, Michigan. I feel alone a lot in this world. I’m one of the ones that wants happiness and equality. I can honestly say I’m one of the good ones. I still help people, with no ulterior motive. Nowadays you have to give, and give a lot to receive anything. No one is friendly anymore either! If you’re friendly, you’ll get a label from society as being a whore, flirtatious, or talkative. Labels & Categories is how we describe each other today. If you’re smart, you’re a nerd, if you like sex, you’re nympho. Einstein was a genius but labeled him as “crazy” because he understand things that no one else could comprehend.
I am “weird” myself, I love to talk, I love to write, and I love words. I’m extremely observant, as you can see, I spotted a spotless ladybug. I have an ability to “over-analyze” anyone and anything. I pay close attention to details about everything. I like to pick bumps, they have way too much control over my skin. When I see a bump I just have to help it release those disgusting fluids that hide underneath.
Yes, I’m a spotless ladybug because who in this world thinks like me? My mind gets loads of overtime. Anyway, this precious ladybug spiked my interest and made me feel more welcome in this world. Call it what you want. But that ladybug will prosper, and so will I……. spotless-not like the rest-stomp to my own MUSIC- I’M A LEADER-WHILE THE REST OF THE WORLD MARCH IN UNISON.
Lacey
Lacey C Riley
LACEYS PACE
Hey folks, since I’ve been mentioning the fact that I’ve been in prison, I’ve decided to share somethings that I went through in prison. This particular blog is an excerpt from one of my journals that I just recently found buried in some old shoe boxes.
7/28/2013
Journal thoughts:
It’s amazing how things you think you don’t care about actually mean something to you. The outer shell that you’ve handmade cannot withstand reality. The outer shell is not deeply embedded like what’s you deep inside you. When you pour out your feelings to someone or something, don’t always expect something back or don’t expect that you will get back what you want. Never trust anyone that much. We are all humans and half the time we can’t even trust ourselves. We have a hard time trusting our own judgement, our own feelings, thoughts, and actions. Take precaution when opening your heart. Only open it when absolutely necessary. Don’t misunderstand me; when a person opens their heart, it’s not always about love. It can relate to friendship etc. Even still, take precaution because that too can backfire. Another point that needs to be made is the fact that no one is really “REAL”. Everyone at one point or another “ACTS” like this or that. So if one is “ACTING”, why take to heart their actions? I have to live by those thoughts in order to make it through life peacefully and to be able to endure less hurt!
Simply my mindset in prison, time was the only thing that changed. Not I
Hey, don’t let the title scare you off. Buddhism was once a part of my life. When I was in prison, ***wait, yes I was really incarcerated here in this awful state of South Carolina. The topic of religion is very popular today. Not for any spiritual reasons though. Today, religion is all about Money, Money, and more Money. My point is, we’re taught to believe in specifics and to completely disregard other religions; only worship “our own”, religion. These different religions are like gangs, right? But, I’m confused because isn’t it the Lord’s religion to begin with and when did he ever specify which group or gang to be in?
With that being said, I’ve been an optimist my entire life regarding religion. I’ve researched all different types of religions but not in depth. However, when I was in prison, it got boring when I wasn’t slaving in the kitchen for South Carolina. I would like to share some of what I’ve researched because I don’t think the Buddhist beliefs are so bad. I’m not dedicated to any religion. I BELIEVE IN THE GOD THAT CREATED THE HUMAN RACE. …… “whoever that may be”
THE BUDDHIST WAY: instructions of life
Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk.
When you lose, don’t lose the lesson.
Follow the the R’s: respect for self, respect for others, and Responsibility for all your actions.
Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.
Don’t let a little dispute injure a great friendship.
When you realize you’ve made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.
Spend sometime alone everyday.
Open your arms to change, but don’t let go of your values.
Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.
Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and look back, you’ll be able to enjoy it a second time.
A loving atmosphere in your home is the foundation for your life.
In disagreements with loved ones, deal only with the current situation. Do not deal with the past.
Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.
“Let Go” of the individuals whom bring you down.
To all of the "Holier than thou" gangs......you may be wearing a pair of these right now or your own children may be begging for a pair of these jeans. "True Religion" jeans.
Lacey C Riley
LACEYS PACE
MY LIFE AT A GLANCE
KID: Thoughts, Actions, Consequences
I was troubled as a kid. However, my troubles were silent. I didn’t have/expose a “well-known” mental disorder such as retardation, ADHD, Schizophrenic, or Bipolar Disorder. It started off as an attention thing. Some where in this damn brain of mine, I craved attention. I didn’t just need it; at that time in my life – I lived for it. ATTENTION–that word is more powerful than you may think. If you’re getting plenty of attention then you may not understand.
