CRZ STORY TIMEEE ( tyler-ree )

  Tyler-ree , a Caucasian, born in a wealthy house. Racism never brewed in the conversations of the house. Their parent's loved a lot of people , just despised liars and robbers and in they're experience they always came from African Americans except one time from Bill from the post office. Tyler-ree would bring all his good friends to his house. He hated the fact that Black people would look at him with digust. Every time he passed them, the thought would pop up , " why do they think I'm like every other white person? Racist, greedy & relish off oppression. I just want some f*****g weed and something good to share about. And these fuckers look at me and judge me cause of my skin and the place I was born in.  

  Even though we were one of the nine wealthy houses in the neighborhood.  The rest of the houses were not the ghetto, they just didn't have a parkway and a huge backyard.  Like it's my fault. I believe white glory is a corny story. Everybody thinks they know what I'm thinking. I f*****g hate it. Tyler-ree heads to school every morning & since he's outnumbered, 1 against a whole black empowered f**k the white man , black is beautiful , let's cherish our women and any body who's white no matter what their story is f**k em neighborhood. Every other step Tyler-ree takes a puddle of spit comes from a person scolding at him. 
  One day Tyler-ree got tired one day of the walking dead hostility in school and said "F**K ALL YA, I don't care that you black and blahh blahh. Race don't matter when I say f**k you all. S**t, I'm tired dude. " 
This didn't go smooth with the black is beautiful group. They were posting secret meetings via tumblr and skype. They planned to obliterate Tyler-ree's silver spoon upbringing. 
  Tyler-ree  was chilling in his large living room with a Mozart picture adorning the whole room and said to his non hostile freind Umar " yo that felt great man. I know my message was not appropriate but like my frustration left like when Peyton Manning spirals that football to the hands of guy on top of the touch down logo when I said F**K YOU ALL."
Umar killed the roach of pineapple express and said with his eyes low
  " Yeah,  I know what you mean. Is like the tables have shifted. I sometimes think if we give the whites their own medicine, are we really winning? Like I think my people got what we got cause some way some how God knows we can pull through. An eye for an eye, makes the whole blind and up to this point,  Stevie Wonder sees more than all of us."
  Tyler-ree's eyes dilated like he seen the school's cheerleading team twerk. He referred each girl "his little chocolate pumpkin cakes ♥.♥ " 
  Tyler-ree asked Umar "hey, can I this time?"  Umar took out a gram of train wreck, split the dutch finely in with his boxcutter grinned and said "this n***a man.. aigh dog go ahead" 
Tyler-ree started waving his hands side to side " I appreciate MY MOTHAFUCKIN N***A , HES THE DUDE HES THAT N***A " , he calmed down a little and blasted CRZ's Firm Heart Hazy Thoughts mixtape on full blast.
  A few cold days passed and the ravaged people planned on burning this immaculate house. As Tyler-ree went off to Grandma's house for the weekend. He was on his way back home on the greyhound and as he was walking home, he got ambushed.
His house was in the ruins burned and all. Umar couldn't beleive what he was seeing. He asked the police weeks later if they were any remains. They said one family picture was still kinda intact. 

  This is what you saw 

Author's Note

Please make sure to click on the picture next to the title, the picture is part of the story.

I took the picture and formulated this story of that picture. It's either non-fiction or fiction.

Reviews

[Troy Henson]

Touches of reality in this. A great write and journey. You structured this well with great imagery and tone.

Troy

[Laura Lynn]

I like the name Tyler-ree I has a nice ring to it. I see you have your headphones on. Smart move. I need to do that sometimes. Cinderella heads to New York City. It's like everyone needs to do their time in both rural regions and densely populated ones. We're all better for it in the end, perhaps. I don't know.

I like how you say. "Everybody thinks they know what I'm thinking. I hate it." That's funny when people know what we're thinking or don't. I have gone through that and it IS VERY FRUStrating...but if you hadn't gone through it. Someday you will not be going through that and it will all be a distant memory, I believe. At least you are writing about it, that could lead to great things.

[NoelHC]

This has potential, it could be expanded upon. An interesting write.

[wordman]

fiction or not it was a wild ride and a familiar ride from reality of yesterday