The Cage
Today I was walking down the street, thinking about my surrounding and the troubles tormenting my mind. So I was walking, before I realized it I found myself in quiet street. You know, sometimes the noise around you help you escape from it. So suddenly when I found myself in this quite place I've snapped out my mind to then return on it. I was thinking How quite the street was and how beautiful the houses were. Everything was clean, a lot of trees around the houses, seems to me that they were singles proprieties. So my mind questions me: what if you were in America? What if you were in a rich district of America? What if this district was of caucasians?" The last question couldn't start by " what if" since is the case, So my mind was going on questioning It came to this last sentence: " Well, you're a black man walking as if you deserve in rich caucausian district, what could happens to you?" To answer to this question, I didn't