How I'm Really Feelin'

When I look at this picture I feel many different emotions about it. I have many questions as to who? Where? What? why. I could imagine this being a huge hood blood gang funeral that was way to turnt' up. I shake my head to the piles of red bandanna's that don't mean nothing when your dead and gone. I begin to think what kind of mother would allow this to happen in her presence? Clearly the mother of this young man was more then likely from the hood also to allow this poor representation of putting your son to rest in this fashion. It just goes to show many African Americans are born naturally mirroring what they see. Some children are blessed enough to mirror something honorable if provided with the correct tools. Others are not equipped with the tools needed to become truly legendary without having to be socially influenced to be The best criminal or a terrorizor in the neighborhood. This Young man probably never really had a chance to see all he could have been in a positive light. Instead he chose a path that caused his life to be taken to soon. The most unfortunate part to this picture that i continue to imagine, is all of the many lost young so-called "soldiers" in attendence are battling an unnessary street war that serves as no purpose but corruption and death.