POOR AND SCARED
This is actually in my neighborhood. There used to be this woman that actually used to live in there. I’m not exactly sure about the details. The house has always been in that condition. That’s one drugged up lady, she used to always wear all these robes. I think she’s a crack dealer or something, but she’s always, no matter how hot it was, she’d always wear all these robes and stuff. She somehow found her way up into the house. Most of us would be cautious walking around there, you even hear screaming in there sometimes. She was just bugged out. I don’t know what was wrong with her. She ain’t there no more. Nobody knows what happened to her. She just kind of vanished, it’s just creepy. Yeah I know. She just vanished.
It represents injustice and hopelessness for me. She was homeless for one, that’s injustice right there. It could have been her fault, because like I said, she seemed like a crack head. Drug addiction might have kept her from getting jobs and stuff like that. Nobody really knows her story. She was just there and then she vanished, so nobody really talked to her. People were scared to talk to her, and she was scared of us. So nobody really went out of their way to talk to her, so it shows how what being homeless and alone can do to you. It can make you like, paranoid. It makes you not want to mess with nobody. You don’t want nobody to talk to you, you want to be by yourself, you don’t trust nobody, you automatically assume they’re trying to get something from you, you know what I mean.
She was obviously hopeless because she didn’t try to get no help. She could have asked somebody for help, but she didn’t. She just chose to stay there. So there’s no telling whatever happened to her, probably wasn’t good, so now she you know, reap the consequences of whatever it was.