Recently i been reading this book called our america. Life and death on the south side of chicago. In 1993 long time elementary friends LeAlan Jones & Lloyd Newman liveswere documented. 2 african american's living inside of the ghetto and David Isay helped them put their inner city experience and knowledge and paper in order to bring it to life. As soon as i seen the title and read the back of the book I knew right away this book would relate to many areas of my childhood and adulthood. To be perfectly honest I chose this book because it would relate to me in many ways and potentially show medifferent views and other ways to figure out coping with living in the projects. On page 33 they talk about their neighborhood and it reminds me of situations that me and my niggasor shall I say my friends and I share. (had to get a little deep for a second). "Our neighborhood is a fun neighborhood if you know what youre doing. if you act like alittle kid in this neighborhood, you're not gonna last too long." "Cause if you play childish games in the ghetto,you're gonna find a childish bullet in your childish brain." after reading those sentencesrepeatedly I found myself buried deep inside the book and inside myself searching for more. All of my life i've felt like an outsider especially when i was a baby and my mother lost custody and then eventually won it again.Moving back and forth from one home to next will always make you feel isolated and alone. Thats probably because you truly are.There are many communities where I feel like an insider because I more than likely have history in certain towns. Mostly all blackprojects I been to I can smell people souls rotting so I tilt my head back, inhale really big, and fill my lungs full of every negative wordsomeone has told me and it feels like home. No matter what state, city, town. Only hood shit make me feel this way.
Liked the way u use your words and pull it all to a close
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