What is violence? Google defines this term as behavior involving physical force intended to hurt, damage, or kill someone or something. This word lives rent free in my mind as I scroll through my social media or simply walking through my neighborhood. While the sun rises and grants a new day and opportunity, the city reminds me of the danger of simply being a teen. Just this weekend three of my cousins were shot down the street from my house. The same store I grew up going to is riddled with bullets and no one has an answer. The definition given is not all there is to violence, it’s not only an action but a state of mind. Our city is a prime example of that, to protect what we value we have a mindset to harm others for our own sake. This in itself creates a cycle of ”getting back” which will only lead to more damage and pain within our communities. Revenge only has one purpose and it’s to be the nutrients that influence more violence. In Chicago there’s a lot of crime and violent acts but no one seems to challenge where this stems from. I for one believe that this violence is not just black and white, it has a multitude of reasons as to who’s affected and why it occurs. But once an incident occurs it switches from preventing the actions to catching the culprit. Thus creating the cycle that repeats the atrocities seen throughout the neighborhoods in our city. 

Trauma plays a huge part in the violence in not only Chicago but other cities as well. Since mental health is taken lightly in some black communities, it’s easy to be overcome by emotions that you weren’t taught to under-stand. It’s always “men don’t cry” and “wipe your face” but young black men are not taught to embrace these emotions that everyone at some point experiences. Trauma can relate to a lot of sensitive subjects that if not brought to light will continue to plague our depiction of what a real Black Man looks like. These unrealistic standards are put upon the shoulders of Black Men, causing some to feel cornered and this July lead to irrational decisions. Trauma can be seen as a fuel to overcome that past and motivation, or it can be a burden that will always affect one’s mental health. My philosophy is that if we approach situations with love and not malice in our hearts, we would be able to understand one another and decrease the separation within our community. I’m very captivated by my neighborhood’s potential. Just working at the Quarry and seeing how many people need a community center just makes me want to create more safe spaces where trauma can be discussed openly and freely amongst our community.

The Chicago Police Department meant to serve and protect has shown me that I can easily be a target. I re-member walking home from a friend’s house when I was about fourteen years old. And to this day I still feel the uneasiness I felt the day when four cops illegally searched and blatantly disrespected me. I remember one shouted “where’d you throw the gun” while the other stepped on my phone and other personal belongings. I’m not sure if it was shock or fear that enabled me to move or speak clearly. I’m sure my fourteen year old mind couldn’t truly comprehend what was happening to me, and how utterly wrong and their actions were. I believe that this disconnect between the police and the people leads to more violence. Since the city is already on edge it wouldn’t be wise to involve a police force who usually comes to save the day but ends up escalating the situation. With the help of officers and the communities residents, a solution could be offered which would make everyone safer. This solution would consist of ways that the officers and the com-munity can see each other as humans and not someone to protect or be protected. By sharing our vulnerabilities and imperfections we would be able to see each other from a different perspective.

The Hidden Pain By Jayla Pittman

The weight of this darkness
Closing me in this tight box with no air Where is the release I need?
Getting close to the end of this year
But i fear for the end of me
Summer is the release they gave us
But how long our break is shouldn’t be determined on
Their terms
Us as young people differ from lifestyles
Some july be stress free while i have to Foresee the dangers that await me
School was some students safety 
Living in bad home environments 
Putting focus on the only thing that kept them going
But that door of hope was slowly closing
As the remembrance of the fear school brought as well
The time 11:59 was the scariest thing for teens What we feel and see isn’t some made up dream Why can’t people see? 
Why can’t anyone understand the pain that we went through?
People only look at the surface
What’s pretty and manageable on top
Cause no one wants to deal with the wounds  Underneath the presentable surface
But that’s where all the hurt is
I call out everyone to listen and pay attention  To this surreal reality that us kids live in Don’t stop and stare, show us you care
For all the pain we bared