People close to me know that I love my city. I’ve always loved that fact that I am from Detroit, I’ve never been shy about representing Detroit. My love for the city has developed over my 23 years of life. Although Detroit is not the only city I’ve lived in, it has had the most impact on my life because I’ve spent the majority of it here.
Though Detroit has a reputation of being a tough place to live, I’ve never really seen it that way. Don’t get me wrong I’m not oblivious to the crime and turmoil, but I also see the good in my city because it has helped me become the woman I am today.
I have never been the type to want to run to the suburbs because it’s so much “safer” there than in the city. For as long as I can remember I’ve lived in the “hood” and I’ve never been ashamed.
Though I’ve always lived in the “hood” I’ve never really fallen victim to the “hood” mentality (Thank You Jesus + my Mommy). I’ve said all this to say that my love for Detroit will always exist, but it’s starting to run a bit thin.
My beloved city is beginning to feel more like a burden and the joy I once had living here is dwindling away. The disdain is growing ever so strong and the negativity is feeling like it’s becoming more overpowering.
I hate it!
I hate that my love for Detroit has been tarnished by the negative experiences I’ve encountered recently.
My heart hurts pondering the thought that someone was cruel enough to burn the home my mother worked so hard to purchase for us.
I’m still angry!
I’m still hurt and I still want answers!
Why our home?
What did we do to deserve this?
I am trying so hard to not let the hurt become bitterness because I know there is a blessing in all of this.
We just have to uncover it!
Sadly, Detroit no longer feels much like home to me.
Wow, never thought I’d feel this way, but I do right now.