Sitting in the park across from the justice center… Why do they call it the Justice Center, don’t answer that.

The atmosphere is “kind”, chill, almost Woodstockish. Not that I’m old enough to know Woodstock.

It’s strange, to be in the middle… The generation that had nothing to fight for but their lives.

Is this over?I don’t know, race always makes someone rich. It a bullshit sob story people hold on to, something to argue about to make them feel like they matter or not the ass they know they are.

I’m still sitting here, waiting for the weekend to end. I wanna go back to work. I’m watching couples leave, looks more like a dating rally.

That girl Amanda was cute, so was my the Unicorn…. Shut up fool, they’re girls they’re all cute. Yeah, I remember. I need to get one if my own so I can avoid this shit. Because in the end, nobody wants change and no one sees the black boy who sits alone.

Yeah, thats some pity party shit… I’mma try to sleep on this bench; I gotta work tomorrow.