Teardrop

First of all, I want to apologize for my last article published in this newspaper.In that article I talked about my experiences selling Streetvibes in Cincinnati, having grown up in Detroit. At one point in the article, I mentioned the KKK and used vulgar language. For this, I am sorry.

I’m from up north in Detroit and my mother Senithia Brown taught us about racism back in the day, about how we all still share the same blood. I’ve been selling Streetvibes since May 7th, 2009, so I just celebrated my 10th year anniversary. I would like to give a shout out to my Kroger people, Suder’s Art Store, The Little Mahatma, and everyone else. Since day one, you’ve all supported me. I have my good days, and my bad days. All the money I make goes towards household bills. Selling Streetvibes is a full-time job. I miss my mother and father and the rest of my family and friends that are in heaven or locked up. I wish they were here to see what’s going on in this world today.

Selling Streetvibes gives me the opportunity to support my community while remembering all that my mother and father have given me. They gave street knowledge. My mother was strict, but she still loved and cared for me. My father taught me how to shoot dice, play chess, and play pool. Playing these games helped me see how life is so precious.

We need to bring back the Pledge of Allegiance and the American flag to our school classrooms. Thanks to all our military people across the globe, for all the service they have put in to keeping this country safe. For every teardrop that comes out of my eye, I know that there is somebody, somewhere, who really needs help in this lifetime.

By James Brown