First Entry
Adult life sucks! I really wish someone would have kept it absolutely pure grain real with me when I was crying to my mom about how I c...
Adult life sucks!
I really wish someone would have kept it absolutely pure grain real with me when I was crying to my mom about how I couldn't wait to be a grown up. Now, I'm crying to my mom about how I had to miss out on a trip to Jamaica with friends because bills had to be paid. Here I am, 2:36 AM spending my late nights applying for freelance writing gigs and a second part-time job. As I scroll through pages of positions I have yet come across something that is worth my time. Retail jobs? Food services? AS-IF! I say that simply because I am a youth worker who is passionate about changing the lives of children in the Black community. I don't think flipping burgers or clearing out the fitting room wil help me continue my career path. If you out there doing your thing in retail and food services, keep it up bay bay! It just isn't fitting for me.
I am a non-profit youth worker, in the schools of our beloved inner city best known as the nation's capital. For safety purposes and security of my job, I'll refrain from naming it but just know I love what I do and I wouldn't trade it for the world. Well, maybe for some groceries in my fridge but definitely not the world. My job alias will be, "Forest Hills", inspired by Peter Parker. I love Forest HIlls because it puts me in my element where I can practice my philosophy of youth development but most importantly be around Black youth.
If you lived in a community where you only seen Black people either in the city or a county over, then you understand the feels. There is truly something liberating when you are amongst your people. It's a breath of fresh air for me. No One is curious about my hair. No one mispronounces my name. Everyone understands my vernacular. I appreciate and value the sense of community working in an inclusive space provides. However, it isn't all butterflies and fairytales all the time but that's for another time, another post.
Welcome to my blog (I've lost count).
-K.E.