I was surprise to see the world didn’t stop just cause my boy did.
So Jackson’s just one white neighborhood after the next and more springing up down the road. But the colored part a town, we one big anthill, surrounded by state land that ain’t for sale. As our numbers get bigger, we can’t spread out. Our part a town just gets thicker.
“Ugly live up on the inside. Ugly be a hurtful, mean person. Is you one a them peoples?”
Write about what disturbs you, particularly if it bothers no one else.