just got back from Columbus and caught up on my daily reads. And tears well in my eyes.
five shootings since Wednesday.
it's almost like a video game. the boston edition of grand theft auto with bodies pilling up like sand bags in advance of a hurricane.
on tuesday, i went to visit a potential client. 3 days later as i ate shrimp cocktails in the confines of hospitality suites, another black male teen lost his life to these streets of no remorse, nor discourse. how do you just shoot someone in the head on a crowded bus and look at yourself in the mirror? back in my slim pocket days, i used to ride the #23 bus route from my crib to school daily. that eerie feeling of numbness keeps lingering.
people say don't talk about it; be about it. but what more marching is going to help. what else is a pep rally going to do? it's approaching a point where even the cats around the way who hold it down and keep it moving are becoming more hesitant and cautious of their surroundings. makes me want to almost pack it up myself and move back home. take the midget away from this land of opportunity, because there's no telling when he gets older if someone will think it is opportune to take his life as well. it's a thought i'd rather not ever have to consider. but i cannot help it. and it is starting to consume my daily thoughts; affecting everything else.
the hood is a tragedy. and the remedy has yet to be figured out.
i'll just try to continue doing the little things i think might help.
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