A Note from a Student
If you ask me where I’m from I would tell you New York City Where the dopers push dope And life is hard and gritty. Where drug dealers minister non stop on corner blocks, a place that’s full of oxy-morons, like Sean Bell and legitimate cops, Yeah, I’m from the place where choppers ride the sky when a crime go down, where prostitutes work near the merry go round. Welcome to my neighborhood, where a dream deferred is a dream preferred and getting out of the hood, just sounds absurd, and even if you do you still got the mentality, you’re just a slave to the Pj’s your mind faces fatality. I’m from a place where girls paint insecurities with colors on their faces, where everywhere you look its different masks in the same places. You could call it the bottom filled with blood bath streets, where you’re liable to lose your life, if somebody jealous of your sneaks. See but conformin to my city ways aint somethin’ I wanna do, I wanna flourish in a city where there aint no Sean Bell’s, Stanberry’s, Louima’s or even Amadu. Man I wanna live in a place where black on black crime, my people would stop it, where fear of my skin color, won’t be the reason why I get shot for pullin at my wallet, I wanna live in a place where stories like Nixmarry won’t happen cuz parents will love their children since the day it was a fetus. A place where gang bangers will repent and bang on injustice and rep the name of Jesus!! Yeah you could call me crazy, Call me optimistic but I think we can change this city so much that rappers will spit His truth and not just materialistic. Where the beauty of a girl would go beyond the color of her lipstick. So the next time you ask me where I’m from, please don’t show me pity, cuz the next time you ask I’m a tell you New Christ City.
- Jube Charles