I come from a place where people don’t follow the “Fruits of the Spirits”, they follow the roots of all evil; people kill, steal, and destruct.
I come from a place where selling drugs is the only way to make it and weed is the only way to ease the mind so you better take it.
I come from a place where the word “Hi” is a mean mug.
I come from a place where men rather have sex instead of love. And every time you turn your head *turns head* there is a young girl pregnant.
I come from a place where R.I.P t-shirts is the new gear and sagging is swagging
I come from a place where children my age are dying. I am only 17 and people’s families are crying.
I come from a place where the only way you are known is if you hoop, rap, pregnant, laid up with someone, or was humiliated. People do not really mention success.
I ask God why I have to live in fear. 40-60 people in small flint dying per year. I don’t get an answer just a long pause……
“You were put on this earth for a reason”
Then I scream: what’s my reason? Give me my answer? When my righteousness and opportunities are going to knock at my door? When will my hometown be better?
I’m going to a place where kill, steal, and destruct do not exist. The words stupid, retarted, and ignorant does not enter the mind of the human body.
I’m going to a place where opportunities are always ringing my doorbell.
I’m going to a place where people will come to my office with a mouth full of questions and leave with a mind full of answers.
I’m going to a place where I will not be your b-word nor your 3-0-4 and I’ll be darn if you call yourself seeing me on Saginaw, Dort Highway, Cournna Rd, even Flushing Rd.
I’m going to a place where I will be treated like a lady. I am young, beautiful, black, and intelligent. I am a friend, a sister, a cousin, an aunt, and soon to be a wife. I am Chinquay Sisson.
And I am going to a place where people will understand me. The Real Me