My name is not “Those People”.
I am a loving woman, a mother in pain,
Giving birth to the future, where my babies
Have the same chance to thrive as anyone.
My name is not “Inadequate”.
I did not make my husband leave us –
He chose to, and chooses not to pay child support.
Truth is though; there isn’t a job base…
For all fathers to support their families.
While society turns its head, my children pay the price.
My name is not “Problem and Case to Be Managed”.
I am a capable human being and citizen, not just a client.
The social service system can never replace
the compassion and concern of loving grandparents, aunts,
uncles, fathers, cousins, community –
all the bonded people who need to be
But are not present to bring children forward to their potential.
My name is not “Lazy, Dependent Welfare Mother”.
If the unwaged work of parenting,
homemaking and community building was factored
into the gross domestic product,
My work would have untold value. And why is it that mothers whose
Husbands support them to stay home and raise children
Are glorified? And why they don’t get called lazy or dependent?
My name is not “Ignorant, Dumb or Uneducated”.
I got my PhD from the university of life, school of hard everything,
I live with an income of $621 with $169 in food stamps for three kids.
Rent is $585…That leaves $36 a month to live on.
I am such a genius at surviving,
I could balance the state budget in an hour.
Never mind that there’s a lack of living-wage jobs.
Never mind that it’s impossible to be the sole emotional, social,
Spiritual, and economic support to a family.
Never mind that parents are losing their children
to gangs, drugs, stealing, prostitution, the poverty industry,
social workers, kidnapping, the streets, the predator.
Forget about putting money into schools…
just build more prisons!
My name is not “Lay Down and Die Quietly”.
My love is powerful, and the urge to keep my children alive will never stop.
All children need homes and people who love them.
All children need safety
And the chance to be the people they were born to be.
The wind will stop before I allow my sons to become a statistic.
Before you give in to the urge to blame me,
the blames that lets us go blind and unknowing
into the isolation that disconnects
your humanity from mine,
Take another look. Don’t go away.
For I am not the problem, but the solution.
And…my name is not “Those People”.