May 04, 2003

SYMBOLISM

He wakes. It is 7:00AM. As his eyes adjust to the sunlight, he reflects on his life. Born in the projects, grown in the projects, and taught in the projects, his views differ from most children his age living in suburbia. Although he is only twelve, his collective wisdom of the streets rivals any adult in his life. At school, he's not well known by his fellow peers, although his teachers see him as a budding genius. He has no real interest in anything, and it almost seems as if he only exists. He figures one day his purpose will come to him. As his eyes finally begin to cope with the light outside, his mother enters his room.

"Get up, get up! You have to go to the store and buy me a few things." His mother is a hard working and single...