The World

Let’s go back in time.  Let’s go back.. umm.. 2 years is enough.  I can see a kid from far away.  Why is he alone? Why is his head down?  Now I know why he was alone. He is an African American and at the time, he was yelled at, he was hit at, and even spitted at for being black.  People are really cowards I thought.  I had only 15 years of age and I wasn’t sure that was really happening.  I couldn’t believe that people were still doing all that kind of stuff in 2009!  WHAT?  What were these people doing to this kid?  They were destroying his mind.  You could see every time you tried talking to him.  He smiled and talked back, but behind that smile he wanted to cry, it was there in his eyes.  Look!  Wouldn’t you too if you went through stuff like that?  What was going on in his mind?  Well let’s go inside his mind then… I mean how else to learn and understand?  DUUH…

IN HIS MIND… BLING BLING BLING…

            I’m alone. I have no one.  I’m sitting on a hard bench on an unknown public school.  I say unknown but I study here since I was 5.  But do I really know anybody here?  All people do is mistreat me. AND I HAVEN’T DONE ANYTHING TO THEM!!  They spread rumors, they judge me, they want me to leave!  Where am I going to go?  What am I going to do?  I wish I could leave too.  I wish I could go to a better place where people treated me equal and there was no racism going on.. but I can’t.  I can’t because my dad is dead and my mom never came back.  I have no other family but the people who took me in.  I have no siblings to share what I have to say.  I have no future ahead of me.  Why do people keep on saying? Why do people keep on making my life worse?  Why God? WHY?

BLIIIIINNNNGGG (Outta his mind)

            Look the sadness in his eyes.  I want to approach and ask. And talk. But others will look. Others will say stuff about me.  I got a reputation you know… SCREW THAT!  Go do what you want to do!  Yeah... I’ll forget about people now, because we’re young and people don’t matter.  Who cares if I’m less popular?  Who cares what people will say?  I don’t. Why do?  To hurt my pride?  I won’t be anyone’s bitch.  Imma talk to him. I want to help the kid and see what’s going on.  I’m not sure how to start a convo or what to say, but I feel like t is the right thing to do.

CONVERSATION OVER

            I went there.  I talked to him.  People looked. Oh Well. Fuck off.  Life goes on.  While others come and tell me nonsense.. you know what I did?  I went there and gave someone what they didn’t have in a long time: a reason to smile.  The kid didn’t do anything, didn’t harm anyone and yet he’s being judged because of the color of his skin?  This is ridiculous and pathetic.  This world needs to change.  And it’s not just race problems, it’s everything.  You turn one away and you see people starving, you look the other way and there’s people killing each other.  Everywhere you go there’s a problem.  It’s an absurd.  Why do people suffer so much?  Why do we all go through bad things?  Where did we go wrong?  

TO BE CONTINUED ....