TRAUMA

Trauma. Growing up in the hood makes you have forms of PTSD for real. The hood, the block, the barrio anywhere That has gun play night after night, shootings, beatings and death looming on the outskirts. Rich folks don’t know about that life. They sit tucked away in guarded gated spots, been out of the storm of real life too long. When people try to remind them of where they started, we often see, they didn’t start from The bottom at all, they have been protected always. Maybe the middle, but too many just started at the top. You can’t see that people who are working and humping need more than the pittance you offer, while The gluttony of your own desires, fills your pockets to the brim, in the midst of a “pox”, You don’t see Where the struggle is really real, you can’t see past your designer duds. You can't stay in the house. Folk like that only see, when they get direct impact. When they can no longer afford their life toys, when trouble and pain pay a visit to your door, meanwhile folks out here just trying to live and make it day to day. Too many cover their selfishness under the guise of care. Oh the schools being closed are hurting the Inner city kids…”ummm, you only care, because you want teachers to take your own off your hands. Nary a thought about how to make sure the school a “health safety zone” with ppe, cleaning, new Filters and the like. Nope, the world exists for your comfort or not. Except it don’t. Trauma, the continued battering of the working class, I heard something on a show.., Black American’s Slaves and beyond, built this country, but the Latin Community tends it and keeps it growing and Glowing. We are the worker bees. Yet we are the most to have unanswered events happen to us. Trauma…PTSD,the virus, ICE, the plight of having melanin in the visuals of our lives. Years later finding about the causes of way too many of the effects, they were placed directly in the way, thinking about those that couldn't scale the wall to the other side of the trauma, who couldn't climb the fence, who fell by the wayside, made those poor choices and those who just fell on the cement and never got up again. Trauma of the melanated.