Just earlier today, I read a chapter in this book called "Ghetto is Not an Adjective". In this chapter, a man named Che wrote and recited a poem upon the poem he wrote becoming relevant. As the title suggests, the poem criticizes the use of the word ghetto as an adjective; but the poem goes a lot deeper than that. It touches into the modernized view of "the ghetto" and how the media has morphed our view of what is not much different than the middle class.
The poem itself is very well written and meaningful. Every time I hear the word ghetto now, I am going to think of this poem. After Che finished the poem, he left and the two teenage Spanish speaking girls that misused the word ghetto (which started the whole poem thing) called him "loco". This part of the chapter I found that I could relate to a lot. As a performer myself, I have noticed that many people (at least in San Diego) are either inconsiderate or rude towards people who have the guts to stand up in public and go outside the norm for a good cause. I know personally if I was on that bus, I would have followed Che out and praised him for his performance.
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