The Question Is - Why You Leave California

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The question is a series of stories. I have so many. Some I dare not share one on one because my story would get twisted and not told, so, "The Question Is, Why You Leave California?" is the the first of many Ghetto Gospel stories and I will tell the ghetto truth.

Submitted: August 02, 2012

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I called my oldest brother right before I was leaving for Florida and he asked me what is wrong with California, why can’t I stay here. I had spent five years in Colorado and came back home to Cali, but after four years home, it was time to pick up again. This move to Florida lasted six months and I was back in California with my world tilted way off. Children I raised since they were 2 and 3, I could no longer see, my sister who said I could crash with her until I pushed off and trust me it would not have been long. I truly like my own space and I don’t do living with people. I had enough of that in Florida.

But the question comes to “Why can’t I stay in California?” I realized the answer when I came back to Cali, and it is very simple. It’s better for me to be in another state and I don’t have to feel some kind of way when the Relatives have their gatherings of which I am never notified. I ask some relatives about that and they pulled a George Bush on me, telling me, that someone in the family would like spread the word and it would get down to me, but no it didn’t and it never did. One niece said, “Oh I didn’t think you would want to come”. Shit my relatives don’t even know me, so I how would they even know what I want to do or where I want to go. One brother invited me to an event that I heard about two months prior. But he invited me 2 days before the event. I told him I would go, but Shit the hurt is there because now I’m thinking he found out that I found out, and then he called me for the invite.
I truly was going to go, but at this time I had just got back from Atlanta and all my clothes was in storage and since it was short notice as far as I was concerned, I wasn’t going to go run out and buy new gear. Just because you hear about an event doesn’t mean you are invited. I refuse to be sucked into somebody’s after thought or just trying to get out of a situation a little uncomfortable after finding out I knew, so what you gonna do?, Well invite the girl oh well. Well hell! Why I leave, Yah knows, but after I go, I don’t have to deal with the relatives. I know I’m different, I’ve been different my whole life. There has always been a greater purpose for me and whether people take it as I know it all, I speak my mind, I don’t bite my lip unless it would cause your spiritual death and then I am silent, I listen to Yah’s spirit. My mother saw it, my two sisters saw it, but they sleep now. So my world tilts off until March 26, 2006 and since I left Florida, I’ve been keeping it pushing.
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