Is it trust? Is it love? What is it that’ll make you fall?
I was born in the midst of it all....
The drugs, the guns, the love and the hate.
My favourite person in the world.. my very first best friend.. my father, was deported after one of his closest friends framed him in order to get closer to my mom. In 2016, I found myself facing a major setback for somebody I considered my family, a best friend. I’ve seen love turn to hate my whole life, the love was only fake and it was greed that ran the streets. Where I grew up, nobody had anything so they’d take you for everything. That’s how I lost MY best friend, men that he considered friends, even brothers.. had set him up and took his life over jealousy and greed. I’ve lost many loved ones in the streets, whether it be jail, death, drugs, or the hate.
We’ll never meet again until the crossroads, cross over and we speak again through the gate.
Worst of all.. in the midst of it all.. I lost myself.
And this is where my story begins....
T.C