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435 pages, Paperback
First published February 5, 2019
Aunt Pooh said I only get one chance to let everybody and their momma know who I am.
So I take it.
“So, who are you?”
“What?”
“Who are you?” she repeats. “Of the millions and billions of people in the world, you’re the only person who can answer that. Not people online or at your school. I can’t even answer that. I can say who I think you are.” She cups my cheek. “And I think you’re brilliant, talented, courageous, beautiful. You’re my miracle. But you’re the only one who can say who you are with authority. So, who are you?”
Milez glares at me as he raps. Something about how much money he has, how many girls like him, his clothes, his jewelry, the ganster life he's living. Repetitive. Stale. Prewritten.
I gotta go for the kill.
Here I am, going at him as if I don't have any manners. Manners. A lot of words rhyme with that if I deliver them right. Cameras. Rappers. Pamper. Hammer - MC Hammer. Vanilla Ice. Hip-hop heads consider them pop stars, not real rappers. I can compare him to them.
I gotta get my signature line in there - you can only spell "brilliant" with Bri. Aunt Pooh once pointed that out right before teasing me about being such a perfectionist. [. . .]
Milez lowers the mic. There are a couple of cheers. Supreme claps, yet his face is hard.
"Okay, I see you, Milez!" Hype says. "Bri, you better bring the heat!"
The instrumental starts up again. Aunt Pooh said I only get one chance to let everybody and their momma know who I am.
So I take it.
When I found out about this book, I think it was a couple of months ago or something like that. Obviously, I wanted to read this one too after I loved "The Hate U Give". I was wondering what new story Angie will give us this time. I didn't want to know anything about this book, so I just got blind on it, knowing that the chance to not like it was almost inexistent.
The way she puts on the paper problems like racism, drugs, poverty, police brutality against black people, and other things like this, is outstanding. She gets us to understand why black people are doing some things, how they think, why they react in the way they do it to the most atrocities against them. In this masterpiece, she shows us that black people have feelings too, even if they are drug dealers, rap artists or gang members. They are humans with feelings, with dreams, with expectations, just like the rest of us. True, they may have more "balls" than the rest of us, sometimes, but this doesn't mean they have to be put in the corner just because their skin color is not white.
This is a brilliant insight into their lives, their minds, and their hearts. They can cry and love and hope, just like the rest of us. And you know what? We also can be drug dealers, gang members and what other bad things we put them on the corner for, just like them. Sometimes even with more "talent" than them. But you know what we can't really do like them? We can't really stick to our family like them. Because black people, no matter what, they stick and support their families, exactly how Angie shows us in her book. We can say about us, white people, the same thing? Yes, there are white people like this too, a lot of them, but the big majority can easily leave their family behind for various reasons. And about this, we, white people that can so easily judge black ones, and put them in the corner even for the thing that they speak their mind, I think we have some things to learn from them.
The only thing that separates us, is just the skin color. This is all! And Angie Thomas shows this to us in one of the most beautiful and brilliant ways. I am waiting for her next book, the way I am waiting to have my next breath when I am underwater.
“You’ll never silence me and you’ll never kill my dream. Just recognize when you say brilliant that you’re also saying Bri.”
“There's only so much you can take being described as somebody you're not.”
“All these folks I've never met became gods over my life. Now I gotta take the power back.”
“There's only so much you can take being described as somebody you're not.”
“There's only so much you can take being described as somebody you're not.”