One of the most interesting changes in my life . . . has to be with the recent developments with my feelings regarding words like “home”, “place of belonging”, “mi familia”, and I could go on and on. Sadly it would be very repetitive and would very likely bore you to death. Within the last year, I’ve met some amazing people. People who affected my life, people I hope to know for a lifetime. Ironically, these people are from different walks of life than I am. Financially, racially, religiously, culturally, morally, and I could add to the list. Despite the distance, the bond was made.
With this new bond, I felt my purpose and goals renew. My faith in people placed in a new perspective, and my fears conquered. Yet this is where the climax of the story is reached. Where the plot becomes juicy and tender. Where it’s savory scent of the unexpected outcomes hangs in the air. Where you are stuck with the protagonist(me) dealing with two fields of grass. One field being that which for a long portion of my life I’ve ran and played in. The other field being freshly sown. As I considered both fields, all I could think of was “the grass isn’t always greener on the other side”. Quite contrary to popular notion, this new grass was greener and not itchy. Yet when I was forced to return to the old grass. I was relived to find grass from the new field stuck in the soles of my shoes and grass stains on my clothes. I was able to keep those small fragments of that grass with me. A constant reminder of where I sought to be.
See I grew up in a small, yet infamous city. Compton California, zip code 90220. My goal and aspiration was to fix my city’s broken school district. To repair my city’s degressive local government. More so, a school district that doesn’t primarily focus on the students academic success. One that doesn’t provide all the resources for the teachers to properly equip students for education beyond a high school diploma. Now don’t get me wrong, both Compton Unified’s Board of Trustees and Compton Unified’s Superintendent provide partially for the 20+ schools in the district. Yet one: they only provide when beneficial to their own image and two: are part of two and three other political roles. Compton Unified’s Board of Trustees use their role as School Board members primarily as a stepping stone or achievement in their developing political careers. Self-progression remains a priority over farther development of the school district.
So you might now ask yourself this, “What in the hell does that rant have to do with anything!” Coming home to the worn, drying grass has been one of the toughest obstacles to face. Giving me a sense of being a foreigner in a familiar place. Back home, there is a survival of the fittest, eat or be eating mentality. There is no sense of partnership. No sense of community. There is no “One for All, All for One”. Just you, me, and the other guys. To be quite blunt, it is the root of all things dark in my city. As one of few that came every few years, I seek to avoid being one of the damned. This city . . . My city raised me. Made me the person I am. Every obstacle and struggle became the casting for the person I was shaping to be. There is only one problem, this no longer feels like home. Yet it is still home. But doesn’t have the feeling to it. You know when you walk in your house on Thanksgiving or on Christmas. And you know you will smell food being cooked in the kitchen. The wonderful aroma’s of turkey and ham, cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes, and other delicacies on Thanksgiving and the smell of pine trees and the laugh of children open gifts on Christmas. When that starts to feel cold and weary. When that doesn’t lift you heart like it once did. When all you want to do is get as far as possible away from it all. Then you’ll truly grasp my words. When it all starts to feel like a prison. As if I’ve been robbed of my freedom. I’ve only been robbed of the other grass. I just want to leave and come back when I want to. I no longer want to feel Iike a Inmate, but feel like the Warden.
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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