His name is Jose
he is from the Bronx.
So watch yourself when you turn your back
because this kid is not on the right track.
You see, this child was not born with privilege
I mean, this child is from the Bronx,
where kids even as innocent as this are judged by appearances.
But if you look deep into his eyes
would you find
a juvenile delinquent
or a real head case?
Or perhaps, you would find one of God’s babies
trying to find love in this place.
In the Bronx.
In the ghetto.
down the dirty street…
in the school
where his eyes meet yours
and then you see
not only with your eyes
but with your soul
and you melt with ease.
What emotions do this picture convey to you personally?