I would never describe it as my neighborhood because I don't
own it, none of these streets or housing projects belong to me it’s just a
block. The two neighborhoods I grew up in were Valencia Gardens and SunnyDale
housing projects located in San Francisco California. I would describe the
environment to be lower income, mostly minorities where a lot of struggles and
violence occurs. Babies are delivered in split second just like lives are
taken without any remorse. The community I grew up in, the same day of a burial service, a teenage boy gets murdered in cold blood right down the street.
Now I shed tears from my heart and soul. To think the community I'm supposed to be
from could barely stay alive, and all I could do is ask is why? Why must all my
African Americans die our murder rate in San Francisco is so high that our stories
are pointless to the press.
I am who I am because the neighborhood I lived in my heart
is cold I trust no one I understand the fact there is no love in these streets. I look at
every other black person at times expecting the worst she’s mad because I have
long hair or a Gucci purse. I trust no one and push everyone away I shy away
from my responsibility sometimes because I believe I don't have what it takes.
Being from this environment sometimes I felt as if I will never have no way out, sometimes
I just sit alone and think about all the lives that have been taken. I am who I
am despite the neighborhood I lived in. I want to unleash my potential and reach
for the stars. I want to be more than just the average baby mother, I refuse to
apply for GA, I want own wage I'm a teen transforming into a woman. How I was
raised my thoughts will never be the same. I wake up with a smile everyday
surround by haters judging me expecting failure but I want allow it to be possible. Despite the
environment I'm surround by I will live my life to the fullest. I don't want my
name to be on a shirt stating that I got hit with a bullet. I want my name to be
on a billboard stating that our generation will pull through it. Despite this
environment I will rise above I want to be way more than just the average
thug.
I thought this was a great blog. Your writing is very nice, almost poetic. I feel like I could hear your voice while I was reading along. Reading about your neighborhood reminds me a lot of my upbringing and we have similar life goals of rising above the environment we come from. I can't wait to read more!
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