But he broke the rules.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
... Because He Broke The Rules
He grew up in Watts, CA. He was suppose to be a product of his environment. He was suppose to choose a color, red or blue. Then get a thug life tattoo. Screaming fuck bitches, he should be getting money. A bullet in that drive-by should of hit him. He should be dead by now. That’s all he life was suppose to be.
3 comments:
love this.
<3 jaz
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Your piece reminds me of an Audre Lorde quote where ahe says "If I didn't define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people's fantasies of me and eaten alive."
Defining one's self for yourself and honoring the most authentic version of you (whatever that might be, and beyongd these societal/stereotypical boxes) is the essence of freedom...
Good piece Landre, as usual ;-)
Beautiful comment, I appreciate it.
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