We Live In The Cracks


In high school we read this book,¬†Black Like Me. This guy puts makeup on his face and hands and walks around a southern city as a black man for a week or so. After a while he can’t take it. He said people looked through him like he wasn’t even there. He called it “the stare.”

Brother, I know all about it. Been homeless since I was discharged from Walter Reed. I’m not really interested in anything Uncle has to offer no more. Lots of guys feel this way after what we saw. Uninterested.

Can’t sleep¬†for shit, either.


11 thoughts on “We Live In The Cracks

  1. Great voice – your narrator is relatable from the first sentence, which implies a lot of history for such a short story.

    One thing I did pick up on was the change from present to past tense in your second sentence – jolted a bit for me, especially as your present tense voice is so effective. Maybe that’s just me, though!

    Look forward to reading more from you!

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