the worst...
on some real talk, some of you are unaware of the circumstances that prompted my abrupt move to Chicago almost 2 years ago, and the only reason i'm sharing this bit of private information is to express my feelings about the worst human condition.... homelessness. i live in a metropolis of wealth where there's major moola to be made; there's a hustle for everything; yet, it tears at my soul to have to turn away some one looking to me for change when i possess relatability.
i have this innate belief that all men are good despite the ugliness of the world. i don't know if you all know what its like to be outside with all your belongings only to realize that they're of little value if there's not four walls to surround them. that position is a very lowly, humbling & humiliating place that no warning could heed. i walked that damn campus for 4 hours, 2 summers ago, as a grown man crying like a 6 year old praying for change because the god i worship would not allow me to remain that low. scrapping the bottom when all you've tried to do is exist is a lonely feeling & situation i dare not wish on anyone or to see again.
i have this innate belief that all men are good despite the ugliness of the world. i don't know if you all know what its like to be outside with all your belongings only to realize that they're of little value if there's not four walls to surround them. that position is a very lowly, humbling & humiliating place that no warning could heed. i walked that damn campus for 4 hours, 2 summers ago, as a grown man crying like a 6 year old praying for change because the god i worship would not allow me to remain that low. scrapping the bottom when all you've tried to do is exist is a lonely feeling & situation i dare not wish on anyone or to see again.