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I love my mother like the prodigal son, she introduced me to activism, and where I'm at now I can't release it, even as we went to the Lincoln Homes and Estates to set up computers, to give people that look like me a chance. I remember the older dudes would tell me to keep my head up even when I was down. There is a heart in "da hood" as the white people around me put it. There are fathers pushing strollers. There are mothers making it against all odds. There are families decreasing, but increasing. There are computers full with words and poetry and novellas. There are black children picking up books more than guns. Picking up basketballs more than guns, and why should they be labeled as less intelligent? **** they just want to get out and achieve and it's wrong that you say that's the wrong way. I hate going to funerals for faces with cheekbones still heavy with baby fat. And don't love me for telling you this, don't love me for being that "black guy that talks about problems in the ghetto, da hood!" Change it, go there, help people, hand out books to children. There is nothing scarier than ignorance.
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Feb 25, 2012
Feb 25, 2012 at 7:47 PM UTC
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I love my mother like the prodigal son, she introduced me to activism, and where I'm at now I can't release it, even as we went to the Lincoln Homes and Estates to set up computers, to give people that look like me a chance. I remember the older dudes would tell me to keep my head up even when I was down. There is a heart in "da hood" as the white people around me put it. There are fathers pushing strollers. There are mothers making it against all odds. There are families decreasing, but increasing. There are computers full with words and poetry and novellas. There are black children picking up books more than guns. Picking up basketballs more than guns, and why should they be labeled as less intelligent? **** they just want to get out and achieve and it's wrong that you say that's the wrong way. I hate going to funerals for faces with cheekbones still heavy with baby fat. And don't love me for telling you this, don't love me for being that "black guy that talks about problems in the ghetto, da hood!" Change it, go there, help people, hand out books to children. There is nothing scarier than ignorance.
Waverly
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Feb 25, 2012
Feb 25, 2012 at 7:47 PM UTC
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