Sometimes I look out on Brownsville and all I see is beauty. The word projects doesn’t seem to describe the buildings from the outside. When I go other places I see buildings that are built the same with the same brick and the same number of floors but I know that those places are not projects because of the zip code.
When I walk through Brownsville these days I see shelter for families, communal areas for friends, people working and succeeding, kids going to school everyday and working towards their future.
On the inside people are not sitting around feeling sorry for themselves, hoping someone or something will come and save them. On the inside people are relaxing, laughing, and enjoying each other’s company. A word will conjure an image but that is only one perspective.