Young Afro

Young Afro could not play with his childhood friends when their grandma came.

Young Afro was never allowed to have a dog nor did he have a father to make him feel safe.

Young Afro did not take his pretty girlfriend to prom. Her parents did not believe in such acts.

Young Afro strapped up to serve his country at the ripe age of 17. Could not buy a beer or cigarettes, but die for his country this he could do.

Young Afro was in his prime when he feel in love with Arnolda. Gorgeous as any woman could be they were destined to wed.

Young Afro got sick. Perhaps from substance. Perhaps from sinister acts. Perhaps his breakdown was caused by Arnolda.

Young Afro no longer had Arnolda, horse, or gold. The herd simply passes him up day after day. It made him feel as if this land was not the land he grew.

Young Afro always had control of his emotions, yet he had to fight Amygdala bitterly to regain control. The wounds were more than superficial, but what didn’t kill him only made him stronger.

Young Afro had defeated a monster, forgave a traitor, and managed to live to tell the story. No direction or any expectation of hope on the horizon. Just a closed fist and his Afro hair.