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No Scrubs

Hi, I would like to introduce myself as a scrub. I am an Afro-American man, invested in becoming a productive citizen of society. Since I am putting myself through college, I don't wear the most fashionable clothes, like $90 jeans and $135 boots in the summertime heat. I don't drive expensive cars, because I know that at this time I need to pay my bills, rather than live lavishly, outside my budget, only to impress. And yes, I have a budget, I delve my money out to assure that my immediate needs are met and I have a roof over my head electricity, gas and a phone bill, not about to be cut off (since I don't live with mom).

So yes, I am a scrub. I am that common manfolk that became shadowed, by those who are flashier, dasher and trashier. Please forgive me for assuming the ideology that a woman should view as a woman, not a figurine. I did not know respecting women and not shying away from sharing my emotions or conveying my thoughts by professing my love, was a form of weakness (a punk). Next time I won't speak with the tongue that appreciates success, not one garbled with profanity and indignation (often confused as being down to earth).

I thought that in this decade, I thought we had begun to identify with each other, to not be so judgmental, but more understanding. And viewing your content, not your suppleness, by seeing what lies in your bosom and not the size or firmness of them. However, I thought you had tasked yourselves to go beyond judging a man's success by the car he drove, the watch he wears or his zip code; and not setting your expectations to high for honest men and too low for dishonest ones.

However, I am just a scrub… but now that I think about it I'm not the scrub for being on the passenger side. You are for only being in the Bus Stop awaiting a free ride.

 

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