Kids These Days 20

SH sent me this story earlier today and I sighed so loudly that I'm sure it sounded like Bigfoot was climaxing. A mother up in Canada named Anne Belanger was upset that her son, Miles, with spinal muscular dystrophy was seated away from the rest of his class when they took their second grade photo.

His mother is quoted as saying "Look at the angle that he was in. He wants to be part of the gang so much." Now, this is something that cant be helped. He's in a wheelchair. Not a normal ass one where folks can breakdance in if they are inclined to do so. But one of those giant motorized ones that crush feet.

Picture Day!!!

Ah, we all remember picture day at school. The biggest memories I have of it was trying to stay clean so I wouldn’t end up with a dirty ass picture later on. On the picture above I remember how awesome I thought I looked. I had my cool vest (which my sister who sent me the picture says makes me look like Carlton) and my crisp collar. I was pimpin‘, pimpin’!

So I get to school and all day I’m like “Don’t touch me!” It seemed like every dirty kid in the school wanted to touch me that day. But I stayed clean and got in line to have my photo taken. But before the photo was taken the lady got a brush out and touched my hair. You don’t touch a Black man’s hair! And while she was messing with my hair, why didn’t she fix my damned collar?! Look at that thing! It looks like I got into a tussle. And my lips. My poor, poor lips. They look the ashy.

I am glad this picture wasn’t lost amongst the hundreds that my family has let slip away. Look at how smooth my skin was. And I still have those damned arched eyebrows. And my eyes look so bright and full of hope. My biggest concerns then were making it home in time to watch cartoons.

Rockets.