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gun hill road


gun hill road is an area in the Bronx this is not about the Bronx, it takes place in the Bronx a man incarcerated up north for three years locked up behind bars no he didn't steal a cookie from abuela's classic jar he did a hard time once he got out, he was trying to earn more than an extra dime family posted a welcome home sign for Enrique aka qique got love from immediate family when it came to his only son by the name Michael, they greeted each other, but dad sense a change son's friend appear to be too flamboyant look more sweeter than a fade away jump shot like Kobe Bryant as time went on, Michael transform to Vanessa instantly like a decepticon sexual metamorphosis call transgender that can fool even worse than a con transition more difficult than a kid getting to his next class two doors down identity of his true self is what mike hide hurted dad's puerto rican pride a father's struggle trying to juggle his rage to attempt to get his son out of that cage this was not a performance you see on stage first time dad saw his son as a female, dad's forceful will to i.q. his son about philosophy of manhood cut Micheal's curly hair with disgust, dad's message was clearly understood but it didn't matter. Michael continue to live the life as Vanessa qique did all he could to make his son be all man took him to a spot to hook up with a prostitute that lead to Michael being ban took a shower with hatred and despair knowing his father will not accept him for being a Tran ran away from home of fear lead to the mother exasperatingly express anger shedding a tear qique found Michael and said just come home he was thinking straight using his dome Michael did come home he heard sounds of sirens and police arresting his dad dad screamed for Michael; he ran down and saw dad in handcuffs Micheal was happy dad called him, but seeing him being taken away by cops left a feeling of emptiness hit me right at home. i felt dad's rage i understood his frustration that was the moment that being humble brings out an open mind to new revelation having a big heart raises up elevation this has helped me be a better educator, and someday, a man
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