Boyz in Blue

Posted in front a brownstone on Albany Avenue, right next to the notorious Brooklyn housing project, Albany Houses, a few young boys, all dressed in red, watched an elderly lady walking their way.

“This is what I’m talking ‘bout, dog,” complained one of the boys, motioning toward the woman moving in their direction. “These people don’t have no respect for the gang. She wearing a red scarf as if she’s one of us,” he fumed, clearly agitated.

 “Word, Blood,” chimed in another boy. “I’m a eat that bitch food, Blood,” he said, taking out an orange cased box-cutter from a bubble-goose he had on.

 “You’ll definitely make the superior proud, Blood. Eat food,” said a next boy.

 When the woman got within reach of the boy with the box-cutter, he placed an elbow against her chest as the other boys formed a circle around her. “What that red be like?” he asked the visibly frightened woman.

 “H..Huh?” stuttered the woman, confused.

 Grabbing the red scarf from around the woman’s neck, the armed boy raised the cloth in the air. “What this red be like?” he asked, burning a hole through the woman with a devilish expression. “You Blood?” he barked.

 “I really don’t know what you’re talking about,” responded the frightened woman, staring wide-eyed at the boys.

 In a swift motion, the boy grabbed the woman by the shirt collar. “Blood up!” he voiced before cutting into her face with the box-cutter. Satisfied with his assault on the woman, he shoved her to the ground and sprinted into projects, followed by his compadres.

 “Help!” screamed the women from the ground, holding her face where she bled profusely. “Help me, please, someone!” she cried out.