Me singing Only Want to Give it to You

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Blog 1 (Compare industrialization in China today to the description of a Carnegie factory of the past)

    Andrew Carnegie is a man who made his fortune in Steel. His Steel was the best of its’ time as well as being cheap. Carnegie made millions; the workers on the other hand had a different story to tell. Since Andrew’s steel was so cheap, his wages were extremely low. For the work that they did, as well as the conditions they deserved so much more. This trip down memory lane, happens to be still relevant, just in a different country. 


    Look around, almost everything in front of you right now is "Made in China." We honestly don't think much about the things we see in store and the things we own. When I first got an ipod I didn't wonder "Whoa, I wonder who made this and how much they were being paid to do so." I said thank you to my mom and that was it. Andrew's Steel Mills had very horrible work conditions. The pay and health care coverage of the time was even worse. Consideration for the works health was not a main factor. 


     This brings me to how industrialization in China has changed it so. Supply and Demand. 3 words that make the world run... oh yeah that and money.  Once American business owners realized that they could pay people less and do the same job a lot of the business moved else where a lot of it to China. For instance Apple Inc. uses China to assemble their products. The wages are low, the conditions are not always safe and sanitary, much less comfortable.  They work extremely long hours, and actually live on base. 


    The industrialization in China is not much different from the industrialization of  Carnegie's time in America. The only true differnce is the year, the location, and the products.   

Inspiration

This is a rainbow that I saw maybe 3 or 4 months ago. At this moment it is 12:12 am. I can't seem to shut my eyes. I have this horrible pain in my chest and it's getting hard go breathe. I'm going through my photos and I see this rainbow... After a storm, something beautiful is always produced, may it be a flower, a rainbow, or a photo such as this. We must keep in mind that as our storms are passing, something beautiful will come out of it. -Maya

My last letter:

To rise, but not really wake. I fell in love with myself again. Seeing as though I'm the only one who cared. Yesterday died and tomorrow is bleeding.

I'm slipping into my old self again. The cuts are getting deeper. I'm ever more so eager to rush into the things I fear.

Slice. Not even a tear was shed.

Drowning is my own thoughts is some how worse then dead.

Tears shall always fall.

Pit. Pat. Pit. Pat.
Each tear drop makes.
It's like hearing foot steps right before you make your escape.
It's like God himself unleashing a powerful storm on the sea.

Pit. Pat. Pit. Pat.
Breaking the silence of my thoughts. Ones mind even when the tears fall is ever going.
The sound is a constant reminder of being alone. It's like a tree with no leaves. It's like a guitar with broken strings.

Pit. Pat. Pit. Pat.
At some point the tears will dry.
Someone will finally give you a reason not to cry.

Inspiration 4

This picture is of the singer Miguel. He inspires me not only because he is a cutie! Lol but because of his struggle. I saw him live in Philadelphia on 11/10/11 I didn't even like him the time but he made me fall in love! His voice is so pure! Record companies didn't want to sign him because there is no "spot for an artist like him right now" I'm just happy to see a true musician get what they deserve.

I know that it's your soul but could you bottle it up?

Sometimes I can't breathe, my heart hurts. I feel so alone in a room full of friends. I rather not share my thoughts for the simple fact I don't want to bother them. I bottle it up and put it in the furthest part of my mind.

When I sing most times it's because the lyrics, the melody, the tone fits my exact mood or brings me back to a memory I can't seem to escape from.

Somewhere in the process of life I lost myself. I was so content on helping people and "being there" that I forgot what I deserve. Love.

I admit I look for love in all the wrong places, I do. When it comes to love of a man I'm confused. Where the fuck
was the man in my life? To teach me "baby girl don't let these boys fill your head up!" or to come to the door when I'm sitting on the step with my "friend" and tell me it's time to come in? I wanted that. It may sound dumb to the person that has/had it, but to me I wanted a father.

"You can't blame someone else for your mistakes" I don't but he's part of the reason.

My problems are stupid, they are. I know there are people whose problems are worse then what I'm going through, therefore I keep it to myself. It's just that sometimes my small stupid problems are eating me alive. I'm sorry because I just feel like this is a waste of time. I'm just tired of nothing and tired of it by myself. -Maya Lassiter