Poetic Justice & the Truth About Love

Prologue

It's crazy how life hits you unexpectedly, you know. How you end up falling in love with a person you can't be with, ever. Trying to figure out how to be with them despite all the people that's trying to pull the two of you apart.

It's a small town people talk, people judge, and they over hear what they shouldn't, but that's life isn't it.

Laurens wasn't really much of nothing I guess you could say. It was a small town where everyone knew everyone. It was the early 70's and things weren't all bright and sunny like the 70's was made out to be. People hating on each other because of the color of their skin.

What about peace and love?

They didn't exactly play that peace and love shit there not then. It was 1972 and the year before that they lynched a black man and no one really knew why. But back then they'd do it if you popped off at the mouth at a white person. You know how it was back then.

'It was the good ole days' my old man would say.

Yeah... the good ole days where you couldn't love who you wanted to love. Where white men got away with anything and everything (which they still do to this day).

It seemed like this small southern town that I grew up in didn't want to change and didn't want equality. It seemed like what Martin Luther King and Malcolm X worked so hard for was all in vein.

They were integrating the schools that year, which for some reason turned the town upside down. It seemed like no one knew which way was up anymore. There were riots and people making a huge fuss over one thing that shouldn't even matter, and that was race.

I wanted to say how I felt about things but my opinion wasn't exactly popular.

My daddy thought whites should stay with whites and blacks should stay with blacks. But the world was changing people were starting to see that color was just color and it was the heart of the person that counts. Well at least that was what I thought anyways.