Looking Past the Welfare Line
The John and Jane Doe Story
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I remember a lady named Mrs. Bootsy approached me about my mother. Mrs. Bootsy was a big black lady with tinted prescription glasses who looked like a he-man with two stomachs. She stayed at the back of her screen door with her nosy ass self. I remember one time she said to me “hey baby” in a deep, nasty, crackling voice, “why your momma doesn’t speak to any of us when we speak to her?” I said, “I don’t know.” I could feel the curse words rumbling in my brain preparing to exit out of my mouth. You see, Mrs. Bootsy didn’t know that she was questioning the wrong child because my dad and mom kept us lectured up about folks like her, especially when it came down to telling strangers about what goes on in our household, and I was a child that didn’t speak on anything that went on in my household, and I also was a sneaky child that used curse words like it wasn’t nothing. I don’t know why, but for some reason I loved to curse. Well when Mrs. Bootsy let me go after trying to get info out of me about my momma, I continued down the dirt road with my booklet of food stamps cursing her fat ass out. I was saying to myself “you fat ugly mutha f’er, why don’t you ask her your got damn self?” Well the whole time I was cursing her out I kept looking back to make sure she didn’t hear me. Oh my goodness I was a cursing child. Sometimes I would curse folks out in my head while standing right in front of them, and sometimes I would go hide somewhere and speak curse words out of my mouth like it wasn’t nothing. My favorite thing I used to love doing was getting in the bathroom mirror after getting my hair done and I use to pretend that my reflection was another person, somewhat like an enemy of mine, and I use to curse my ass out! I use to make these stank faces and everything like I was talking to another human being. I don’t know why I was that way, but as soon as I would get done cursing, I felt so guilty, and then I would go pray, and ask God for forgiveness because I knew the bible taught not to use profane language, and I would pray so hard because I thought God was coming to get me that night while I was asleep. This constantly reminded me of the drunken fat old man at the corner store who was always sitting on a milk crate in front of the store across from the church that I attended, he would be drunk as a skunk screaming out “Oh Lord! Please forgive me father! I didn’t mean to do it! Please!” Then he will drool out of his mouth, and his lips and beard would be so wet and stinky looking, and I would always visualize in my head me standing in front of him saying “your fat ass going to hell” but I never did. I guess he was no worse than me, he knew that the bible spoke about not drinking to get drunk, but yet instill he sat his big nasty behind up there and just downed three to four bottles of liquor like it wasn’t nothing, maybe he thought God was coming to get him too.
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“Looking Past the Welfare Line”
Are you ready for a book that will make you laugh so hard that you might have to put it down a couple of times and call somebody on the phone and say “girl you got to get this book. This crazy girl is talking about some real stuff, but it’s funny?” If you are then stay posted. The book will be here sooner than you think. I know a lot of you are waiting for the book, and I can’t express how much I am humbly appreciated for your support.
Some folks have already question “is the book going to be long drawn out lectures” and I must say NO it’s not. I touched on a lot of real life issues and I think it’s time to uplift, motivate, and communicate to people on a much professional and respectful level.
Anyone can say that people need to get off of the welfare system and stop doing their kids the way they do, but at the same time if you are not motivating and helping people who need the help, to find ways of seeing life at a better view then we are no better than them by downing their spirit, and making them feel bad because they are on welfare. It takes a self centered person to judge and a humble person to help. Which one are you?
People it’s time for change. We can do it if we put our minds to it.
About the Author
Angelique Cooper, best known for her dramatic writing skills was an aspiring actress/model that is now an author and activist for women/children. Cooper was born in Daytona Beach , Florida on September 14, 1974. She was the fifth child to be born of six children to the late Artemus Cooper and Gloria Anderson.
At age 12, Cooper’s parents separated which eventually followed a bitter sweet divorce that left six children confused. After the separation of Cooper’s parents, she began associating herself with troubled kids. Cooper struggled through school, but eventually obtained her high school diploma. She tried pursuing an acting and modeling career by working as a maid for hotels on the beachside of Daytona to pay for the high cost of pictures to several modeling agencies.
During the struggle of trying to find fame, Cooper became pregnant at the age of 17 and gave birth to her first daughter. Although she had given birth to a child, she was still determined to make it in the entertainment business in which she kept pursuing.
In 1996 she decided to put her dreams aside and further her education. She moved to Orlando Florida, and began to search for help to pull her life together. In 1998 she attended Valencia Community College. Cooper struggled through college as well but eventually succeeded in receiving a two year degree in journalism and moved on to a four year university.