Be Good, Keisha.
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Being born in Chicago ain’t easy.
Everywhere you turn, guns, violence—it’s hard not getting caught up in all of that. Everyday somebody else dying, and there really ain’t nothing you can do about it. Ain’t nobody try to get in that stuff on purpose, it just happens. When it happens, you stuck with it for life—the only way out is death. Here, choices here just ain’t that black and white. You either chose the life, it just catches up with you somehow; a shade of grey.
My brother, Rajeem, was a good example. He was a little black boy that got caught up in the wrong crowd. My momma always told him to ‘be good’ and ‘don’t get caught up’. He didn’t listen. One day he did get caught up, and that’s one of the reasons that on one Sunday morning, we found him bloody in our driveway, face down.
Ever since my brother passed away, I made it my promise to end Chiraq. I wanted to end this gun violence once and for all. It sounds hard, but I think that I can do it. But with my peer's influences, it makes it much more difficult. I've always been the one to get caught up in peer pressure, but I listen to my mom's words everyday.
"Be good and don’t get caught up."
Lord knows I'm trying.
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