The Day The People Were Silenced

December 11th, 1986. The day that Jahmaalah Kaiye Brown was born unto this world. I am the kind of person that appreciates whatever I get. Materials and well wishes are one in the same. To me, just showing love is enough to make me happy. To know that I was thought of and someone took time out of their day to let me know that they wish me a happy birthday, *sigh*, that just hits my soul like a jackhammer on cinderblocks. I love it and appreciate it so much. When that does not happen, it hits me a way that is almost indescribable. I come from a family that is not a family. We are not close at all. My mother and I grew apart many times over and it is now that we are trying to mend a relationship that was once as strong as Gorilla Glue. All I have is my friends. All I had were my friends. To know that I was easily forgotten, I can truthfully say that it makes me sad. It makes me feel hurt. It makes me upset, mainly because I try to go the extra mile and remember theirs. I try to make their days as memorable as possible. The one day that I share with very few people, one that I can call my own, does not belong to me anymore. I am not mad at anyone anymore. I believe that some budget cuts need to be made. Its the only way to save the struggling economy of my psyche.