Longhorn Statute on Front Street, Dodge City, Kansas (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Shootings, stabbing, killing, bleeding,

exhumations, complications,

grand jury proceedings,

you could almost hear the angels

in Heaven shout,

but these are the things

God worries about,

psychoanalysis

would never be sufficient,

we’re always looking for an easy out,

cause of death,

hold your breath,

it was deliberate, proficient,

our sanity drifts,

and the murdering was like work,

death in different shifts,

humanity at its best,

like reliving Dodge City,

when we tried to tame the west,

killing doesn’t need rest,

and of course

there will be no hero,

saddled on a white horse,

and you could bet,

he wouldn’t be riding into the sunset,

because while you’re looking

at the sun in the sky,

he’ll be shot to death in a drive-by.

Lets say that a Mexican was driving a Cadillac with rims and chrome. Would you instantly think that they were apart of a gang? Many would think that way. Do you think that stereotyping is right? Whether its right or not many of us have been guilty of it. The police stereotype because of their experiences. They have been in neighborhoods where most of the calls were burglary’s,  auto thefts, or shootings. Stereotyping could be perceived as a form of discrimination. 

The media helps buid this up. They may use words like a black man robbed a corner store or a street thug was shooting in an inner city neighborhood. We must look at people as human beings and not judge them because of where they live or what they wear. Stereotyping hurts people’s feelings and may not be the best tactic to use in any situation. Just remember that everybody is not the same. When one person or a group of people are guilty, they all are not guilty.

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He was a young Puerto Rican boy,

and considered one of life’s defeats,

it’s when life cheats,

tall, thin, light skin,

living on the street,

sells his body

just to make ends meet,

he was so cute,

young girls would have loved him,

but instead he got dirty old men,

he would lie and steal,

if it meant a hot meal,

tortured eyes, a weak frame,

this hungry boy has no last name,

his life hanging in the balance,

with death in the fold,

in the winter he does jail-time,

just to stay out of the cold.

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The Juneway Jungle is located on the very north side of Chicago on the north side. It Has a “Square,” Block. Juneway, and Marshfield is a north south street while Howard and Jonquil Terrace are an east and west street. They all connect in one big square. That’s why they call that horrible area the Jungle.

All four streets are laden with crime and poverty. Tenements are the majority housing for the residents.

If you were to go into the jungle, if you don’t get mugged, stabbed or shot on Howard street or Jonquil Terrace, you will sure be attacked on Marshfield and Juneway.

I accidently wandered into the Jungle. And I heard, one , two, three, four, five, six shots.  I was so afraid. I’m glad that I got out of there alive.

The Jungle is full of hoodlums which in a way is worse than street gangs.

These hoodlums live in all four of the above mentioned streets.

The hoodlums mame, kill, mug, rape, stab and slay anybody that gets in their path. They throw rocks and bricks at pedestrians. They get violent any old time they feel like doing so.

I have overheard so many people say, “Don’t go into the Jungle. You won’t come out alive.”

A shot in the back by these despicable hoodlums means hello. A Blow to the head with a brick means, How are you?

This was back in the 1990s, but I’m pretty sure that the Jungle exists today. I know that I’ll never go there ever again.

Sirens ran through the air,

it dominated every other sound,

made everyone’s heart pound,

an emergency was near,

and that was very clear,

it was a summer afternoon

in Brooklyn USA, 1965,

and suddenly,

with a body on the ground

that afternoon became a crime scene,

and race became the dominant theme,

the dead kid was decidedly black,

laid in a pool of blood on his back,

the loser in a fight,

and the police, standing over their daylight scene

were decidedly white,

the crowd grew restless,

sometimes death could happen

at the wrong time,

and in the wrong places,

from the other side of the police line

there was a sea of angry faces,

the noise level was loud,

as trash was being thrown at the police

from the angry crowd,

then someone said,

cover that boy up and show some

respect for the dead,

it was indeed a horrific sight,

as another one shouted,

he’s just another dead nigger to you, right?

The police could feel the heat,

as they were part of the pavement jungle survival,

as the body stayed on the street,

stranded there by a delayed arrival,

it was a civil unrest,

humanity put to a test,

and racism stood tall,

and true to every single letter,

fuck them all,

the kid is dead

and he won’t get any better,

fear dominated the air, then repeats,

as the white racist police conspiracy

ran rampant on the streets,

a uniform pulled a white plastic sheet

over the kid’s torso and head,

the kid’s skin might be black,

but his blood ran red.

Ignorance took him places,

and there he would see a mass of whiteness

in a sea of black faces,

he’d walk by and your eyes would twitch,

he’d rarely hit anyone,

but he was a racist son of a bitch,

and he’d take it to his grave,

sometimes he reacted to what he saw

by crawling into a psychological cave,

and as far as he could tell,

he’d be damning every nigger

and liberal faggot to hell,

mostly for screwing up his country,

and other people’s sensitivity was his strength,

the gay community he wanted to tame,

not realizing that only respect brings respect,

and contempt the same,

he became a police officer,

who lacked the measure of intelligence,

and that was a must,

and it was a precious commodity,

if you wanted to win over the black community’s trust,

during a raid and an attack,

he showed no respect or care for the blacks,

he displayed his prejudice, and it showed,

as he was dropping words like losers and toad,

then enough was said,

as he suffered a single gunshot to his head.

For example, right now, America is going through a huge dip in economy.  Too many jobs are being lost.  A lot of people have lost their jobs and cannot find another one because of this poor recession period.  They are living on the pintints of welfare and unemployment comp. Some people even live in their cars or on the streets because they can’t find work. Or ways to get money. This is so sad.

There just are too many people who are living in poverty more than ever. Yet, people do credit checks, in order to see if people have big bills to pay. Duuuuh, a person who is not able to find a job for months and months, it is no wonder that they can’t pay their bills.

The media shows Ipods, new cars, toys for the kids, clothes on tv. And if you don’t have an I pod or a killer car or a wardrobe of beautiful up to the minute clothing, then you have a problem. Now that is definately by all means a double standard. When you are poor and the economy is not ok by any means, how can you afford to buy these lovely trinkets?

Girls are having sex at fourteen-years old and are getting pregnant at that age as well. Yet they are labled, “Sluts,” “Whores,”  “Harlots.” Yet, there is never ending sex in movies, even television is giving people messages that it is ok to have sex.

It is cruelty to animals to beat, neglect, or starve an animal, however it is ok for a vet. to declaw a cat (this is cruelty to cats.)

It is not ok to rape a woman but when a woman is being raped it is always her fault. People may ask, “What was she wearing?” Or, “Did she lead the guy on?” Or, “She likes to have sex with guys. It’s no wonder that she has been raped.” Yes, rape is a crime that is punishable by law, but the woman or girl who was raped gets all the heat. And many times the man gets off scott free or only gets three years in prison. I think a rapist should get life in prison. Rape can cause a woman to be emotionally beaten for life.

This society is full of dog eat dog hypocrites. It is no wonder that society is screwed up.

The gang violence continued,

everyone held their breath,

as a retaliation for a member’s death

took center stage,

and it would have been safer

locked in an animal’s cage,

because what lit up the sky was rage,

gangs set fire to remaining houses,

even the birds would choke,

because there was a thick pall of black smoke,

knocking everything to the ground,

and when it finally died down,

people saw what they had feared,

there city was a mere skeleton,

and through the bones,

you could hear the moans,

a few upright timbers

and sagging roofs,

that costly siege offered no proof,

insanity had much to say,

and reality would not obey,

it was a dawning of a dreadful day.

A big part of the problem is prayer is limited in the homes of these youth. Ever family should put God first. Parents need to fight the streets and grab their children and teach them that the drug dealers and the street bangers don’t love them at all. Those who continue to create confusion are driven by the devil. Loving your children is what they need, also being stern can bring them back to reality. Our children don’t have to fall victim to the big bad streets.

I’ve had family members who chose the wrong path and they are not here today. It is vital that our youth get involved in positive activities. Even if you lose your child for a moment you can gain them back. You must make sure you know who their friends are. No parent should follow their kids everywhere they go but they should be well informed. We all know that our kids do some things that we wouldn’t expect them too but we can stop this as well. Your kids must respect you and feel comfortable talking to you. Many may say you should not be your kids friend I disagree you must be their friend to an extent. If you are to stern you can lose them as well just talk and show your love for them.

Fathers need to get more involved in their sons lives, this will help eliminate many of their problems. Those youth who have had one or both parents incarcerated often follow their parents footsteps. It is very important to pray for your children and eliminate any negative situations. We all need to love one another and support one another. We must do all that we can to save our youth.