Maybe he should.
Maybe he shouldn't. He was still unsure and very confused, but as he stared at the poster in front of him. He couldn't help, but wonder if it was a good idea or not. Then again his parents wouldn't like it, but then again his parents didn't like much. So he frowned at the poster and raised an eyebrow.
Maybe he should.
And, without his parent's knowledge he signed up in a heartbeat. He lied about his age and was promised a lot of things that he couldn't help, but question. Travel. He wonders. He didn't have the money for travel, but then again they did promise him such a feet. He gulps down his fear and moves on at night he packs his bag and walks out of the house grabbing his keys.
They keep their word.
Well sort of.
"Where are we going?" he asked his co-worker during the trip.
"To the south."
"South?"
He has no idea where the south is or what it does, but all he knows is that the south is bad and therefore no good and therefore must be removed. He raises an eyebrow at the thought of what his job does and what it must contain, but then he looks at the ocean back to the land and back to his old home. He thinks of his parents and he thinks of his mother. No, note, no message he must've broken her heart and then he looked at his own suitcase and put a finger on his chin as he thought between the two. He narrowed his eyes.
She's broken his heart before too.
He let out a sigh and picked up his gun as the boat stops.
Don't listen to black men, he was told they were given a chance. Given time. And, then they made themselves known to the globe on why black man shouldn't be trusted so off he goes and as his parents wonder where he went to where he's gone. They get a note weeks later which explains that their son is no longer around. In other words he wasn't coming home and with grandpa now.