Clockers

I never really had a chance to really sit down and truly enjoy that Spike Lee joint. Clockers introduced the world to Mekhi Pheifer, but even more importantly, shed light on the callous tendencies of the concrete jungle to bring both joy and pain. 'so Many Tears' could be the title of this partiular post. I attended the annual Walk for Peace today, partly organized by the Louis Brown Peace Institute among other groups.

I am really glad that my man ALOw was able to come through, and in a way, so was he, because he and his boys from high school all lost a close friend (RIP Jaison 'Belly-J' Jenkins) last year to senseless violence. But nostalgia can leave you feeling pretty weird when it's not necessarily good thoughts that you are reflecting upon. Being there in Upham's Corner today and seeing all of the buttons of young lives lost took me all the way back to a place and time that i will never forget; January 7, 1994. I will always be a resident of Durant Avenue no matter where I go in life (ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever). If I ever evolve and 'make it,' like BIG said, 'from ashy to classy,' I gotta always rep for the poor, underprivileged, unexposed, hungry masses of people on Section 8, EBT cards, SSI, and low-incomes that are the pulse and lifeblood of communities oft-ignored, forgotten, or gentrified.