Biography of Angel JacksonAbner
I am a pretty easygoing type of person. I just don't have the best living styles, as far as I live in poverty with no job, in search of one so I can raise my baby. No one seems like they are hiring at the time. I love children, I was a school bus monitor for about 7 months, until school was out. I transferred to another state, and living poorly. Never had any money growing up, living in poverty when I was young. I have been trying to get a daycare job at all possible, down here in Des Moines, IA. No luck. I am a muslimah, and very trustworthy type of person. I live on a welfare check and food stamps, so I don't get to much out of life. I believe in the most high Allah. 'Judge me not because of what you see on the outside, because you might be missing something.' That is my quote. Don't ever pre-judge someone, that isn't nice. People say I am outgoing, easygoing, trustworthy, funny, just a good person all around. Can't beat that.
Angel JacksonAbner's Works:
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Angel JacksonAbner Poems
'Karma: What Goes Around Comes Around'
Americans think they can do whatever and it won't turn around and bite them in the butt, They go bully someone and mess their country up, They rape women and children and then tell them to shut shut up, The white man devils always trying to oppress somebody,
Life Of A Hurt Family
What life holds for a loved one out there, Who choose the life of the dark streets, Instead of living here, What she has choose didnt make the two ends meet.
For four years, A little girl only shivered, prayed, and shed tears, No one would open their ears, She screams out for help yet no one hears.
'Poverty Verses Welfare'
'Let Truth Be Told, Part 1'
Yeah, I may be white, But someone needs to speak out right? Bring things into the light, Expose all the lies,
“is America The Blame? ”
Who raped the African Americans? Who invaded other countries? Who calls themselves Americans? Who doesn’t feed the hungry?
Life Of A Hurt Family
What life holds for a loved one out there,
Who choose the life of the dark streets,
Instead of living here,
What she has choose didnt make the two ends meet.
My beloved little sister choose the addiction of drugs,
And my mother and I sit in agony wondering when god will save her from the devils work,
We miss a part of a family wishing we can give her a hug,
We put all the pain and worry in the hands of the Lord.
We pray that he gets her off the streets in a safe way,