8 mile...

Justice

Detroit 1988
Lincoln high school...

Justice..

I Put my curly hair In a small bun and grabbed my notebook out of my locker and sat on the school floor
And a wooden pencil.

I currently started to be into poetry in '86 I was kinda new to it so i really didn't know what to put down in my Notebook very well.

A wise person always told me to 'speak of what's inside your heart not your mind' And that wise person was my mother who passed away from committing suicide.

I began to Wright in my Notebook but was distracted by these boys jumping this 'White boy'? I Decided not to pay no attention to it and continue to Wright...

-lying,thinking last night how to find my soul a home

Where water is not thirsty and bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing and I don't believe I'm wrong that nobody,But nobody Can make it out here alone.
Alone, all alone nobody,But nobody can make it out here alone..-

The bell rung and I quickly got up and looked at all the students stepping over that kid,I was about to go to class and leave him alone but I quickly hesitated and went to go over to him and help.

He had his Hoodie over his head laying there helpless With no one To lift him up.he was curled up into a ball and held is stomach.

I bent over and tapped his shoulder,he flinched and looked up at me he tried to lift himself up but his strength was not so good which made him flopp onto the ground.

I shyly smiled and reached my hand out for him so could get Up.
He took my hand and I used all of my strength to help pull him back up.he dusted him self off and took his hood off.

He had brownish blackish hair and baby blue eyes.
He gave me a warm smile back and I started to introduce myself.

"Uh,hi I'm Justice"i said shaking his hand,he looked surprisingly confused at my presents.

He slightly shook my hand put his hands in his pockets.
"Im Jimmy"he told me.

"Um I'm sorry about what happ-"I was cut of bye a boy who came over to me and Jimmy.

He had a nice cut
Brown skin And a nice set of teeth.

"Hey J,Man what the hell happened?"he asked putting his hand on
Jimmy's shoulder."Man what do you think happened"he said angrily pushing his hand off.

The boy turned around and looked at me And kinda blared at me.
"Hey,uh my names Justice"i told him loosing the smile I had on my face.

"Yeah,I'm david"he told me and faced Jimmy again
Jimmy turned around to face me and sighed."thanks Justice"
He said and walked off with david.

"Your welcome,I guess" I slightly said and went off to my class.

2:55 pm.

I walked home with my Notebook in my hand,My boyfriend
Damion came up to me.

"Hey J,why you ain't tell me where you was goin?"He asked Rapping his arm on my shoulders pulling me Closer to him.

"I didn't think you'd care" I told him Wrighting in my book.

He peaked into my notebook and started snickering
I held my notebook to my chest Embarrassed.

He smacked his lips and nudged my shoulder.

"What'chu Wrighting baby?" He asked me

"Jusf stuff" I awnserd

''Mhm,like what,poetry?"He asked and I nodded my head
"That's cool"

"Aye I'm workin on bein a fuckin rapper and shit"he told me lookin down at his feet.

"I think you're a Great rapper" I replied

"You bein for real Justice?"

"Yeah you're legit..Trust me I heard you before I mean you just have to have somethin deep to say" I told him

"Yeah I've been hangin with a nigga name Jimmy for the last 4 months,he been teaching me and shit" I looked at him shocked because he never told me

"Why didn't you tell me that,And today I seen him get jumped today but I don't know if that's the Jimmy you're talkin about.He has this friend named David?"I told him.

"Yeah! Him,Wait he Did?"He asked as we reached my house.
I sat down on my porch and he did the same.

"Yeah I felt bad so I wanted to help" I said and opened my notebook.

"Alright,well im finna go See what those fools doin now
I'll talk to you later" he said and kissed My forehead.

I Smiled At him as he got up I sat up off the porch and went in the house.

As I walked in i seen my drunk father sleeping on the couch with beer bottles every where but atleast the rest of the house was clean.i went up stairs and went in my bedroom.

I kicked my shoes off and sat down on my bed.

I started to Wright down in my Notebook But I heard my dad get up off the couch. I huried and locked my door.

I sat back down and started Wrighting.

-there are some millionaires
With money they can't use,their Wives
Run around like banshees,Their children sing the blues
They've got expensive Doctors to cure their hearts of stone. But nobody,Nobody can make it out here alone.

8 Mile....