In 1990, Kevin “Rashid” Johnson was a drug dealer, an ambitious member of amerika’s Black lumpen proletariat, or underclass. Like so many, as a young adult he was arrested and received a lengthy prison sentence. He has been incarcerated ever since – for the past eighteen years in conditions of solitary confinement.
“Because I accepted my lifestyle and all of its consequences, I was always reluctant to involve my family or others on the outside of prison in my conflicts with the pigs. I dealt with my own problems–directly.” ~
Rashid. #Love it!
Me: *writes gay fanfic in class*
Teacher: “What are you writing?
Me: "Nothing much, just a story.”
Teacher: “Let me see, maybe I can read it out loud to the class.”
Me: “No! Um….. It’s good, we’re good. Thanks anyway.”
Can’t you tell that I’m lonely even though you’re right next to me? You come to me with all your problems, but you’re not the only one who’s lonely, I’m lonely too. I keep searching for the past in the present, looking for what we had in what we have. I hate this lingering feeling, but I don’t want to go our separate ways. We really won’t have a happy ending, will we?