STEROTYPES

I went to an interview for a job at McDonalds all the way in Lincolnwood. At the time I lived in Roseland. The interview was going all good until the interviewer looked at me and asked what happened to my neck. Why did this even matter? I thought I told her that I had been shot. She automatically jumped to conclusions and asked me if I was a gangbanger. I thought to myself, “Why does it make me a gangbanger because I’ve been shot and I’m black?” I’ll tell you why… Stereotypes.

Not Normal

I was normal once before. Now I’m everything but normal. Every time I look at myself in the mirror, I have to look at this big dumb ass scar on my neck, a swollen face, droopy eye, and a skinny arm. It’s fucked up, but I’m learning to accept it. It’s normal now though.