I have worked with youth who are incarcerated, looking at parole, paroled, or on probation. At times these young guys give me poems, lyrics, drawings, and letters as a way to let me in. This blog is a way to share them with you.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Red

My red hat my red shirt my red pants my red shoes,
its death by dishonor so u'll never catch me in that color blue.
If you a hater fuck u.
If you don't like me fuck u 2, hot like lava thought u knew,
I'm flamed IN and I'm flamed out, red bandanna is what I'm about.
Diamonds and rubies up in my crown, the only time a foe eve be down
is when that mutha fucker be in tha ground.
Talkin shit kill that sound,
69 red impala u kno it bounce, I'm flamed down, and I'm flamed up,
in tha air I throw that "b" up, I'm posted up, fuck love.
This red ragger is lost in lust, when I lift that red tee up,
u'll see that gun i got tucked.

- Mario

In order to defend himself from verbal abuse from peers, which later turned to violence, this young man found acceptance in his street gang. This rage established a great sense of power and respect due to the fear he was able to create in others. Mario recognized this pattern and to this day looks to find justice at the hands of violence. He is not excited about "having to do this", but he has not been taught any other way.....yet. Mario is seen as a threat to the community, but I see him as a fruit from the tree of threatened people. The threats come from poor parenting, violent men, poor education, and overall an inferior attitude towards life. Mario did not create himself, and it is a cop out to say that he chooses this lifestyle.

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