I am feeling the pain of tomorrow. I am feeling the throbbing sting of yesterday. Sometimes I wish the pain could numb me. But it doesn't. My young brothers and sisters- caught in between the crossfire of a war that is not their own; Unfair recipients of the vicious 80s. Children of drug infestation, black on black gun waving. Disease and sub-standard housing. Building overcrowding. Dead bodies on door steps. Gun in face on the way to school. Students scared to go home. Students scared to be in school. Fear of disability exposure. Fear of fear. Fear of "Mr.- when you gonna leave, just like the rest of them?" relationship closure. Fear of greatness because that becomes expectation.
Eyes do not lie. They never have. Words lie, but eyes tell the truth. In the eyes of many of my students, I see the pain of a generation scared and scarred with the past to haunt them, and the future to not believe in.
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This left me speechless..
poetic, man. that's why the writing resonates.
This is deep. I just came across your blog today and I am so happy I did. I am applying for the NYC TF right now and I am worried that I am doing this blindly--purposely turning a blind eye to the reality that is NYC. Your post just scared the living daylights out of me. Please tell me that there is SOME good in this--that I am making the right decision by applying for this fellowship... I am, right?
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