When you look at the face of one of the many young gunshot victims, most people would say that this person could be a model. This is my problem, I see this face and then I see the reality and it kills me. Forget the color, I see something beautiful, I see hope, the future, success, a contribution. Then I see the potential for this person to be cut off with nothing because society doesn’t see them that way.
I cannot sleep sometimes because this person is just like me. You can look at a face and come up with lofty goals for all of us, but then all of a sudden you put them in a community and all of it is smashed away. They become worthless and stepped on.
When I see the faces, I see me. I was their age once, I was as poor as them, and I grew up in the same neighborhood as them, but I got an opportunity. We lose so many. But why are we comfortable losing so many?