Hopefulness & Hopelessness as a Brutha Living In Chicago

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As a child born on the Southside of Chicago, I remember close Family members living in the vicinity of a four block radius, we were surrounded by Grandparents, Aunts, Uncles, Bruthaz, Sistaz and numerous Cousins where the Realness of Love was nurtured and cultivated.  If one Family was hurting financially Our culture compelled us to chip in and aide and assist.

Many hard-working members in the community owned and operated small businesses, however after the Reagan administration all of the Melanin Sufficient business owners cease to exist.  Drugs infected our culture as Family members with means moved to the suburbs.  Logic of self-perseverance kicked household fondness Family and Friendship to the curb as the Realness of Love was severed.

Hopelessness feeds on people with an absence of hopefulness.  Crime is inevitable in any neighborhood when street pharmaceutical pushers targets everyone searching for repeat customers.  Pushers push more people to leave as more buildings are left abandon.  Gun shots echoes in the background and after years of ‘the same ole shit,’ whereas, we have urbanized a desensitize mechanism to cope with too much senseless violence.

But through all of the pain and suffering I perceive the Hope in those who withstand trauma over the years.  I sense Hope in unlikely neighbors being neighborly; I discern Hope in knowing Children R-E-S-P-E-C-Ting their Elders and others; I reverence Hope in seeing 10, 20, 30, 40 and 50 year Anniversaries; I recognize Hope when we shake off police profiling; I buildup Hope when we are shot by those who we grew up with and may share the same bloodline, but refuse to return fire or stoop to submitting to our lower nature.

Windy City bliss is healthier when we expose the concealed iniquities in our hearts as we examine apparent flaws or terrible judgments.  Chicago is dangerous, but then again delightful as the sun rises above the skyline, jubilant as children play without a care in parks, sensational as we feel the summer breeze spirals on the lakefront, and tremendously electrified as adults dance to “Step in the Name of Love.”

I Love the city of Chicago for better or for worse. I Love My Family.  And through all of the chaotic madness Really Real Bruthaz are forever full of Hopefulness!!!

 

Hope is the Backbone to Life!!!

One,

~Brutha Fleat~

 

 

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