It was a blazing hot Saturday morning and I was out doing chores. Looking back I don't know but it was something different about this July summer. The rays from the sun hit my face faster than a jab by Mayweather. H2o streaming through my lungs was strong and smelled forbidden. Strokes of wind hitting me felt as though I was being smacked savagely.
The streets were not the same. Shit, the whole entire Edenwald Projects wasn't the same. I've seen girls calling themselves "bad bitches" strutting around the avenue. I also seen the young men I grew up with turn into terrifying living contradictions that only ancient stereotypes could warn you about. Sadly I saw no adults condemning any of this madness. Probably because they were kids themselves. God only knows.
Hearing this sounds like I'm talking about an average summer day in 2018. Surprisingly, this was in 2010 the turning point of the decade.
It was more obvious back then than it is now that Beyoncé and Rihanna were not suppose to be role models for young women of color to look up to. It was also more obvious than that Lil Wayne and Jay-Z were not role models for young man of color to look up to either.
Reality TV was booming like it always has. These shows were nothing more than the bastard kids of Flavor of Love.
Being in a state of full awareness I just couldn't find a way to justify all of this chaos that was happening around my surroundings.
Once observing all of this I was lost for words not being able to ask myself any questions. I may not be a prophet, but I knew that there was nothing pretty coming up the block to even any of this out. At this point I needed a doctor to prescribe me some medication. Before my visit I could've only hoped he would voluntarily offer me the red pill.
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