I've come to believe that inner-city life is a amalgam of metaphors and a microcosm of the world itself. There's love, as well as love in confusion--hate. There's anger, as well as its cousin--frustration. There's beauty in the midst of chaos, fragmentation, and ruin. In an environment so deeply layered, the lack of cognizance can lead to ingratitude; ingratitude can lead to the loss of faith, a situation no person of color should ever be in.
Take a look around the hood and