Heartbroken

Ok - if you read any previous posts, you knew that this one was going to be about the Wire. So bare with me, Ima bit heartbroken. The four boys were still young, havin fun, middle school wildn out. Now, the show is flippin it, just like real life. Maestro's character got himself into a mess - and the same thing happened to a group of brothas in my highschool. Yep, the guard went to jail along with the rest of them. Then Julito's character is under stress - his mom's is tripping. Can't even image a mother pushin her 14 year old on the street to hustle, but it was the real. Speakin of which, she ain't much different from Avon's sista - wasn't she takin her son lunch on the corner in the first season. All over what. The hustle, the game. The idea of wealth, ghetto fabulous. How many does it use up, rape, destroy, and we just keep feeding our young black boys to it, like tic tacs. Damn.

So I won't be catching the rerun tonite. Can't take it, brought back to many memories of too many ghosts, brothas who died before we turned 18. Girls screwin, gettin played, filin rape - (not judging, just finally understand how a young girl comes to that conclusion when she gave her body and received humiliation and unexpected benchwarmers) -brothas doin time for bad decision, at best, rape at worst -once again. The hustlers, big willyin then, fiends now. A lifetime lived before 18. Just too much......