California

  Aboard a local downtown 5 train I stare at the chemtrailed sky. Looking at this particular sky makes me cry like a newborn baby. Going through my emotions I think of a song by U2 named after one of my dream states. The song is named after no other than the golden state itself California.

  Since my early teen years I've had a fascination with California and it's majestic diversity. Don't ask why. It's hard to explain.    

  From the San Francisco Bay area, to the Sacramento River, to even the rough street's of Compton California will always be in my dreams. To avoid even more heartache I close my eye's to dream. Dreaming for a paradise is something I've always been good at. My only problem is what part of this wonderful state I will lay my head?

  Thanks to the family-friendly sitcom Full House I often admired the Bay area. However my mother (or another relative) informed me that only the rich and privileged are able to live there/or keep their head above water. Even gentrification has taken it's effect on the residents in the area. Well hey give a brotha credit for wanting more out of life.  

  Based off recent news Sacramento's police department is one of a kind. The Attorney General of the state did not charge two officers involved in the death of an unarmed black man named Stephen Clark. This particular problem is a global one and not just a national one. Before I start rambling let me move on.  

  You could forget about the media and it's false narratives. Truth be told I lived in Compton all my life. The only difference is that I'm from the northeast Bronx in a place called Edenwald. As long as I wear the right colors amongst the right people I should be alright. Most intriguing mind miss the fact that gangster rap royalty originates from this very city.

  As the train stops at 125th Street I open my eye's. The sky may be cloudy but I shall still reach for the stars.- (Work from The Axis, 3/10/2019)