Letter to the Hood~

[Kulmiye]

Don’t you hate how there is violence everywhere you go,

Like no one can get along no matter what,

I would pay just to see two people hug you know,

But I guess that it just too much to ask for,

Nowadays we whether just run around and threaten people,

I can whoop you,

Whatever man stop talking and bring it then,

That is all you hear on campus, at home and everywhere else you go,

Personally,

it makes my heart hurt,

Can you tell me what that accomplishes,

Being able to put someone in the hospital,

That is not something that I would be bragging about,

Is that what you think makes you a man today,

I rather brag about something that is going to keep me out of jail,

Like what is going to get me trough college,

You feel me,

Is ironic how our black men are scared to be intelligent,

Like if they get called soft or a nerd, then they lives are over,

That is a compliment last time I checked,

and it really makes my heart hurt seeing my high school peers out there on the street selling drugs, while some of them already serving ten to fifteen years in jail...

I want to see my somali homies running their own businesses,

I want to see them as doctors and lawyers,

I want them to not care about being the baddest brotha they can be,

But instead looking to be the best that they can be,

Stop blaming,

How you got brought up in the hood for black man unsuccessfulness,

Instead,

Get up and do something to change your life around,

If you were ever told that you can take yourself out the streets,

But you cant take the streets out yourself,

I’m sorry brotha,

But someone lied to you.