Sunday, April 29, 2012

South Central Los Angeles

This doesnt belong to us, they say. This place is gone. We lost it without a struggle

To the people that are one of us but not. A blacker people... A destructive people. Who call us brother but then stab us. Who call us sister but then betray us.

This place is gone they say, but I dont see it that way. It is still ours but out of our control. Like ones hand grabs at water, we loose it. We learned how to control the element. We can control our own.

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