MONEY IS POWER: IT IS SEXY & SEX IS GOOD, NECESSARY AND CAN BECOME A BURDEN. The giving, taking, and receiving of money, like many other strange and seemingly unnatural habits, can become a strong fetish. It is symbolic and concrete. It is all things to all kinds of people. Hence I am writing about my financial dominance or lack thereof.
Buju Banton sang about such plight in one of his popular songs and mentions how poor people are spending a dime while earning a nickel. This concept is alive and well and I can’t help but to wonder if this is because of my skin colour? Don’t get me wrong, I am aware that struggles are exactly what are needed in life. If I was to go through life without any obstacles, it would cripple me. I wouldn’t be as strong as I could have been and I could never fly. I shouldn’t feel depress and upset when faced with an obstacle, a challenge or a problem…I HAVE TO STRUGGLE A LITTLE – THEN FLY! But until such time I wonder why I have these obstacles as oppose to something else? Why do the same struggles that beseech me affect so many others?
Coming from a race of persons that had their lives controlled by a MAN with a whip, how did we end up still fighting the poverty fight? How is that before you meet a BLACK MAN that has financial stability, you come across one that has to fight and pretty much claw his way through life to get by? Why does this type of slavery exist? Why do employers steal labor rather than pay for it? I don’t understand some days and it is as if we all are born from the DEVIL’S land. Why am I tricked with promises of a good job only to find that it isn’t? Our economy is set up so that the rich get rich and poor stay that way. I live in a country that is predominantly full of BLACK persons yet we are not set up for survival. How can we continue to live in a society that doesn’t value us as employees and pay us peanuts and expect us to work and get by? It’s as if this struggle stalks us and slowly kills us. I had an employer say to me that he pays the exact same thing I do when I go to the store; so me being who I am thought no, you have change when you leave the store I DON’T!
I find that I don’t like watching the cash registers because it’s too painful to watch your money leave your wallet just for a handful of items. It’s like I am working to pay bills and the funny thing is that when you get a little extra, you realize you don’t because life has something to do with your money. It’s as if the deck is stacked high only getting bigger and bigger making me a SLAVE for life. I am as submissive as a child in captive that is being forcibly raped; losing control to a supreme power. Makes me feel as if I am living a life that’s filled with invisible pieces of puzzles and I am seeking the pieces to make things whole. These invisible puzzles are mechanisms hidden inside products and services I use, and the social/political systems I interact with. This puzzle refers to the deniable lines of function that are hidden inside the very fiber of the network in which I work. They are there to control me in very direct tangible ways while shedding off proof of its real purpose. They manipulate and I can’t prove this intent because the stated purpose makes the potentially manipulative purpose deniable. Despite this lack of proof, if you look at this puzzle, you will see how we are enslaved by them and how wealth is channeled to the very few. As Einstein once said, "The most important thing is to never stop questioning." And one thing I question is the base line that we tend to use to determine what is healthy, what is a normal life-span, what is the cost of living, what is a crook, what is justice, what is the correct way of life? AND ALL THESE THINGS MAKE ME ASK WHY AND THE ONLY ANSWER I CAN GET IS THAT I AM IN FINANCIAL SLAVERY BECAUSE SOME MONEY WHORE WANTS TO AMPLIFY, MAINTAIN CONTROL AND PROFITS…MAKE SENSE DON’T U THINK?