And We Walked Together

By Karim Taylor

About the Author

Karim Taylor divorces and at age 44 and during present illness, walks through another journey and encounters God and Wealth. As mentioned in ;So I Walked, the author spends the majority of her time delighting in the earth and entertaining her grandchild. Taylor graduated from Grand Canyon University in 2020, and continues with her educational journey to attempt a Masters of Science in Mental Health and Wellness during present illness.

• Language: English
• Publisher: RoseDog Books
• Release date: May 31, 2023
• ISBN: 9798886047356

Book preview

So, my chair doesn’t seem like it is much? For I am and/or have been from much of the wilder. I am educated. I have planned, I have set forth what I value in life…. And I have followed the American Dream. But why am I turned away? What hath thee left me in this tither? I am surrounded by a depreciation of family and culture, and what’s on my mind is the work ethic and how it has affected my life, for it all has become null and void solely because work ethics can be controlled by outside forces. And those forces have only chosen to value mocking me.

And what that means is that their adrenaline makes them thrive and from it they make medical mistakes or they practice out of scope. And from it, a bad back… and all that I could hear and/or spiritually fight was the gossip and mockery from their plot’s success…. And that their plots had left me in a shambles, and I mean really in shambles and paper pushed! The attacks were upon my wealth and mental health and my spiritual wellbeing, and it was shared. I was considered an outsider....

I have been busted and caught in filth, but it was not the filth of the heart. And it was my educated mind that had given the offense? But I had pinned not to deny those with a lower education, such as a high school diploma or GED, but I had chosen to walk remembering that one could escape the statistic that one can’t or will not amount to anything. For is not a good name worth remembrance of good?

And so, my mind had blossomed. My pockets were drenched. They were saturated from writing bad checks just to cover the bills, and my abdomen was full and tight with despair. I had a cry that Alexander, Dejanairra, and Kenya could not fathom, and it was solely because I had a promoted education, although I had been left poor and without a career as a behavioral health professional. Yet, still I had refused to be depressed by it. For there was a black issue. I shook my head, and I had gripped at my nose to flash away with fury. And I sat waiting to catch the issue. Or an assumption? And what was it? There wasn’t any present clarity! And I sought it! And it was to prove the unlawfulness around me.

And what about the theft of my heart? I had questioned when would I be compensated for all of the good that I had done. And their hearts! I had questioned that too. Were they pure or were they full of hatred because their hearts were of those that had been stolen? And what about the others? And I mean those that had the same choice to do nothing other than to walk. For I had to address and/or consolidate my pain and my hardships and not place forth a complaint, but to walk and be humbled. For I stressed that, I’ve divided! Amongst the divided!

But that wasn’t it. Was it!? It was that I had chosen not to resurface the hate crimes and anger against me from those that were still stuck. Instead, I chose to move forward with my hope of the American Dream and that eventually my success would blossom. I chose to recall that I had escaped! I had escaped the ignorance of those who did not believe that education was and is the way to life! And it was by living it…. I am drenched from the rain of jealousy and from those getting away with wrongdoing. And, of what was the actual depleting of the will of good, and I am good....

And my education brought forth an understanding of what had actually caused me a loss of friendships…. I don’t have the I could, I have, and the I should have, and I may appear sad and in despair but that’s not my complaint…or issue. And so sorry that I am black! Or that it was never brought up, but I had viewed it as a way of walking my educated mind!

And of what was my way to life? For they had forgotten that it had been foretold. And, so why were there so many up against me? Especially since I had already completed it? And it was a second degree. And again, education is too what I had preached! And sending Alexander, Dejanairra, and Kenya toward the same path was not an error but a reality….

It wouldn’t seem to cause duress, but it did! And it was because it was the American Dream that I had sought after. But because of the persistent hate crimes against me it all had become like caution signs, and it had led toward a debilitation, and it was set forth like construction work. I knew it! I knew that education would give them protection, and of which had caused my protection over them to appear overly motherly…. My oppression became theirs…and our authority…. But everything was questionable to those that would not submit.

And it was solely because I had ascertained what my mouth had spoken…. Alexander, Dejanairra, and Kenya had accomplished a career and/or educational milestone. But there was an issue, and it was that no one could face the reality that overcoming racism was real. And that we were of those that they had wanted to blame it upon, and it had become a problem. A problem… and for a small town that had known all about our triumphs and/or shortcomings. We had survived.... But, we were stuck in reality! That I had divorced and that I become educated and that I was envied and hated amongst those in the neighborhood.

Furthermore, it was that I did not have the luxurious lifestyle and it was that I should have, being that I had achieved the two degrees that I had achieved…. And that they were disappointed of the fact that I had grown accustomed to the bullshit, and it was like a rodeo. And that it had brought upon my life racial strife, linguistic trouble, and mockery. Perseverance and persistence is what they had mocked and what they really had wanted without the walk. And I am so sorry that I had kept up with the men and that my momentum had caused a vacation of morals for my small town! Solely because I had healed and that I was cheerful. And to let you know. Those that had waited, upon God, were thought of as shit because of my strength and my walk. And just to let you know me being declared mentally well was a problem too.

Oh, and completing the behavior-mental health degree program was a problem down in Mississippi, because they too had plotted! Moreover, being rehabilitated from crime and substance abuse all within the same town was too an issue, upon those with money, and it was a complaint for, she’s broke! …And it is and was a part of the oppression that was a gift that had set me free.

And so, my accusers, my haters, and rejectors of God were actually disappointed and it was from me actually achieving my behavioral-mental-health science degree. Who would have thought? And they were my people, and of my descent. And then there was a loss of agreement. And then it was the white population submitting, somewhat of the same complaint. But nevertheless, it had all begun. The strife of a benign tumor and it ached with, We ain’t gone pay her to work! And it was like a cancerous spread to put her in your ass, and it would not lapse, and it had given no without approximate timeline of it ceasing, except that things would get worse.

And it had continued, we would hire but there’s no driver’s license, but you just turned down a bona fide job offer because you wouldn’t apply to be rejected. Ha-ha! Anyway, I had known it! It was terrible! What was wanted was to make me undignified and to corrupt my soul, about never being able to work, and attending GCU stood as a replica of the University of Phoenix, and it had meant shit to them! Then the obscurity of homelife was me actually facing that there was a subsidiary of falsehood, and that my real life had contained government security of what I had needed to escape and to become more self-sufficient and it was all of what I had ready walked.

And so, I stood at 44 years old and a grandmother of one, and it all was made obsolete. I was treated and mocked as a young teenage pregnant girl, because the lights being paid for by the federal government was of a statistical value for those in the neighborhood and a virtue that had come with subsidy. And it was because I was not black enough that my own people decided to teach me the ropes of what I apparently and supposedly had no clue of being.

Although I was raised off of food stamps and a county check, and what was the foundation for the vast majority of black women back then? And oh, I guess that me actually being surrounded by white people that had liked me was a reckoning but had ignited a jealous privilege. Harumph, question it. Also, the fact that the majority of my friends were white had absolutely nothing to do with the tall tale of me not reckoning diversity. Especially when the complaint was that I had sounded too white when I had spoken. I had assured myself of escaping the bias.

But, in the meantime I was still stuck in this cubicle of hate crimes against me. I had a stride. It was that I must do better than before…. But my issue was illness and withstanding it all, while remaining poor was more than the proposition, and during the walk I was made aware of the body of inconsistency and how they were tired of the competition; and that I had this authority without money, and that I could spend money, and that it had been going on since KFC. And they knew it!

And to know that opposers actually had existed was a blessing and good and that it had been repetitious, for six years it was a given strength, but what they had seemed to do instead was attack my morale and my virtue and from there they had given a fuck your truth! And walking through it all again would come with reverence but without the work and physical labor. I had to think about it. I had to contemplate, whatever you want to say, at first because I had viewed it as God’s Grace and benevolence.

Besides falling for loving my mother, I couldn’t seem to find this impoverished punishment that had apparently come from God, especially since I had moved on forward with my life and I had settled in good and was glad that I had divorced. Sadly, I had to learn how to complain, and it was not of my nature to complain. And so, I got pissed off! And it wasn’t that I was not living right…nor was it that I was discontent, but the problem was that I had come on the strength of a man…. God, I am not man…. And I’m not complacent; it’s just that… and… but you know… that maybe, just maybe, I have just grown just a little bit too impatient…. And it’s from my own self-reflection not prospering….

Damaged and ill but reminded about what I still had, and it was this falsehood of subsidy. Security, yeah! Torment, no. But the neighborhood includes a brick building filled below with the mourns and/or cries of