Light Blue
The light blue shirts are always the same shade. I wonder if they all go to Wal-Mart together to be sure to buy the same color or if they hand out color swatches in their gang meetings. Do they have to wear light blue every day? Are their wardrobes full of light blue t-shirts folded neatly in their drawers, one for every day of the week? I see the young men walking down the streets, heads down, with purpose in a sauntering sort of way. They look up surprised when I say hello and wave. So far, the faces are friendly. They smile back in little smiles and quickly drop their heads again.
My heart goes out to the boys and the young men who choose to be in gangs. I understand the allure of being in a brotherhood, a committed community, but what about the danger?
Light blue seems an odd choice for a gang.
I wonder if they ever talk about changing colors.
I wonder if they kill people often.
My heart goes out to the boys and the young men who choose to be in gangs. I understand the allure of being in a brotherhood, a committed community, but what about the danger?
Light blue seems an odd choice for a gang.
I wonder if they ever talk about changing colors.
I wonder if they kill people often.
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