Hey this is my 1st time ever blogging, I hope my thoughts can captivate some understanding ears,
Why is it that hurt people hurt people? Do they understand what’s going on? Do they care? Going through this journey I’ve experienced being hurt. But I ask myself have I been the one hurting those all a long. From the children we have as boys, to the relationships we have as inexperienced growing men. How come as a inmate I can’t understand why we’re targeted for displacing hurt and anger. Unanswered phonecalls, Stood up visits, Bonds you try to form with the kids we really didn’t see. Speaking specifically about the kids we didn’t see. Does the actions we took as men/woman to place us in confined time justify the missing day. Especially as a man who grew up with no men or even sometimes no woman (mother). Do we displace the alluded figure on those we have under us. And are we broken when we say we are complete. I struggle with the thought of why every relationship that was formed before incarceration is not sustainable. A lot of black men suffers from this vicious cycle of just doing what is projected upon to us. I saw very few adults in the household, I was taught that when mommy or daddy wasn’t in the household they were going to get it. The guys on the corner was not strangers but friends allies family members fathers mothers. So the screams, shattering of glasses and hearts and feelings and chaotic everyday life becomes normal. So those are the same relationships we are drawn to. Experiencing this for the 1st time I never seen how to heal or how to understand what I’m doing is wrong. Can hurt people heal? Or is they just subjected to the same cycle?
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