We Got Stories

I'm already 33 and thinking where has my time gone? I spent my life doing something my parents said was right. I followed the dreams they wanted to have but never had the guts to do it themselves. I could have been just a little more rebellious in my youthful years, but to please parents meant I was doing what God wanted me to do, honor they mother and father.

Now with regrets of this journey to nowhere-4 kids later-I'm here with no career. Chasing what my parents said-"Nursing is where the money is"! In debt with student loans that were finally paid off last year, Praise God! I now start my journey and dream of Photojournalism. I've always loved when my grandmother told me stories of way back when! 

Oh how I would close my eyes and vision what life was like then, but no pictures to go with it. The only pictures viewed was of those  in my head; stuck there. I want those images out where everyone can see. Black is beauty and the stories, now that's our culture! I don't want our culture to die out. 

We all have stories to tell that grandma told us, but we need to share them. Piece the puzzles together and grab our culture back. We need to teach our kids, so that they can teach theirs. We need our culture expressed and long lived!