I want to punch that fag little bitch.

It's been eight years, since I moved into St. Nicholas Cathedral in New Orleans, where I have been helping those living in poverty. I grew my roots there in the church, my family moved as they've become more and more impoverished, I began a Catholic education and I began to understand more about how our community operates and what is at stake in our struggles.

But as I've become more concerned about poverty and social injustices more generally in our country, some of my concerns have shifted.

My concerns started to rise because of a lot of issues, but there was the biggest one and that was the state of the national economy and the political decisions I've seen coming out of it, a lot to this day because I understand better than many and I see that this is something that has been going in cycles.

A lot of folks I talk to in town talk about it in terms of "what's at stake" and how they see the situation growing. At the same time, I've also seen some people who grew up where I grew up or in the areas I grew up with, they can't believe it, and they are very fearful of change because it could make them feel like outsiders, that there's a disconnect between their lives and the way the whole city is in some ways.

I know