The Leak That Sinks Dreams

Picture this: 85% of incarcerated Black teens can’t read, a stat set in motion by third grade. My Duval County middle school was a petri dish for this—kids like DJ, scraping by with a 2.0, or Kyle, who dropped out before sophomore year. Crime, violence, and drugs weren’t exceptions; they were the backdrop. When you’re hungry and dodging bullets, acing the FSA feels like a cruel joke. Schools failed us with subpar teaching and zero resources—my internet-less home was proof. By high school, kids see no academic future, so they turn to the streets. It’s not laziness; it’s survival.