Shinedown is one of my favorite bands and this song is a reason why.

Today the daily prompt asked me one word I would ban.

I chose the word nigger.

A word has no power until emotion gives it power. I think of George Carlin and what he said about the word.

George was brilliant. His way of looking at words is why I loved him so much.

I get I look white. I’m not white by a long shot.

And I have taken so much shit for looking white by the racists of the world.

For the record my genealogy is in part a secret even to me. I could get one of the DNA kits.

It comes up every so often, typically in February.

What I do know for certain is that I’m Asian, Persian, Eastern European, African, Cherokee, Dutch, French, English, Scottish and Irish. I’m a mutt and a half.

I’m definitely not white. I’m as multiracial as it gets.

Call me a sinner, call me a saint.

I would change my ways no nevermind.

I’ve changed my ways so much.

I’ve lived like a gypsy, always looking for something else.

I’ve gotten tired of starting over. I’ve started my life over several times.

At 50 it’s starting to hurt. Starting.

I guess this means I can change again.

I love Chico. It’s my hometown.

Why would I ever want to leave?

I wouldn’t.

I live my choices whether I want to or not.

Call me a sinner, call me a saint.

It’s a matter of opinion.

That I love Chico, that’s an opinion.

I love that opinion and I’ll argue anyone that Chico might be fucked up as anyplace, but it’s got Bidwell Park.

I’m putting down roots.

No roots by Alice Merton, I think, comes to mind. That was my life.

This is my life and I love it.

That means I need a new them song for my life.

I’ve gone and I’m going.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.