I sit here on the eve of my last final ever in college, I sit here the product of hard work, I sit here the product of a single mother that cared enough to keep my ass in check, I sit here the product of not always making the best decisions, but at least enough of the right one. I sit here confused and grief stricken by the fact that someone I was once close too has been shot in the head and is in the hospital fighting for his life...and all for what. Too many young men in the Seattle area have either been killed or have faced serious injury due to acting like little ass boys and trying to be something that is really nothing. I sit here thinking I saw this coming, but was hoping I would never have to hear that this one...another one so close was dealing with a life threatening injury. It's bad enough I lost a close friend, someone that had a crush on me when we were kids, to the violence among young black men only years ago.
Nothing makes sense right now. I'm just sitting here hoping and praying that the next text or phone call I receieve isn't someone telling me that I'll be attending a funeral when I get back to Seattle in 3 days. I'm also hoping and praying that this will all end somehow, sometime soon. Most of all I'm hoping and praying that no one else gets hurt or that someone I care deeply for doesn't do something stupid.
I'm prayin for you baby boy...hang in there...I knew I shoulda kicked your butt a little more back in the day. Grandma Betty my prayers are with you and the whole fam.
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