Shounak Bagchi, Author @ Medium
“You the mother fucker writing about us so white people can see how poor we are?”
“That’s me,” I confess.
It’s an incredibly cold Sunday morning in February and Leticia is corralling her three kids to get ready for church. Her two youngest are playing hide-and-seek, zipping past portraits of Martin Luther King, Jesus Christ, Barack Obama, and grandma in the hallway of her Harlem apartment.
“We have ten minutes to get to the bus. Don’t be expecting to take a Lyft, because I’m not paying for that shit. Andre’s college ain’t going to pay for itself.” she yells.