last summer we'd come up with The Pact: realizing P.S. 5000 would never send us somewhere worth the trip we'd pool our money to book tickets to sunny California for a summer / we always been just a bunch of Bronx babies knowing nothing much but bodegas, superspreader house parties & subway horror stories / but we knew something else might be on the other side / we all knew we needed to find something different than the go-to-college or bad-reality-show conveyor belt so our hustle became dreaming about what it might be like to live a different life / one filled with art / love / sunshine on our faces / not all of us were artists but we knew we wanted to create some other kind of world / somewhere / that'd allow all of us to be ourselves / something like the world Iya & Baba had made for my brother & me but something we'd never seen Excerpted from Salt the Water by Candice Iloh All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
