This story was written by an Autistic young man who was never expected to read or write. Except for some punctuation edits it has retained most of the original writing.
My Stress awareness, I stumble across Random people / Places And Things. I open my eyes to much more When I take out my camera. My photography tool the tool that will show you what I see walking down collage avenue and downtown Oakland. The smells of gutters the sounds of Homeless individuals, the sights of Collage students and the ideals of Transformation, connections. Oakland has lots to offer when it’s there in plain sight.
When you truly understand the downtown uptown nature I call home. I realize and you should To that Oakland, is more than an open city, a city to be capitalized and thrown in the gutter. If you truly see eye to eye you can understand Were this City lies, from the shops from the street lamps and many in between. Downtown Oakland ‘ and the Ideal Downtown uptown depends if you value its offer, “ For Sure I value this offer”
In Oakland, I grew up a Mexican Jew Raised with Two Wonderful Mothers Born In San Mateo county, In a hospital ‘ Deep shadow from the life I began. As a baby ruffed and ruffled by Mother and dad ‘ who put me into my new parents home. Through the eyes of a new Life. I believe that only great things happen to those who want to see the outcome.
My Two lesbian mothers ‘ let’s say Aba / Eema and Mom / Eema . When I was 3 and a half I saw Three Of a kind. Then a third came by. Tammy / Was Thomas ‘. I now know where I come from I see like Eyes viewed by a hulk, visions of great passions. Views of a new destiny in the eyes of a new artist and photographer. Looking for paths to follow, what do you see out of your mellow state of mind. Do you see your outcome? What is it you dizzier in life, what interests you? Do you see the Mandane in you?. I’ll leave it up to your interpretation in you.
Originally published at http://angrygoldstar.com on July 6, 2019.