Not everyone should be privileged to go on artistic journeys with you. Life is like that–some people get left behind who don’t share the same idea or passion. Continue reading
I have faith that when my dark moments arise (as they always do when least expected) like an unwanted forest fire, destroying everything in my view, and I begin to choke on life, my thoughts can turn to my beacons of hope, the writers before me who found their way out of self-destruction and slay the psychological demons one more time. Continue reading
I wrote the following piece “Words for Sean Bell ” right when he was shot and murdered by NYPD. It was also in my book, “Cold, Black, and Hungry”. I’m not sure of the relation, but with the Troy Davis … Continue reading
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Images replay in my head like a record that skips when it wants because you accidently scratched it when your daddy said not to touch it. Things come to me forewarned and on constant repeat like that as if it’s … Continue reading
My episodes of sadness and becoming introverted were partially brought on because I had a secret. I was ashamed. And, shame attempted to devour me. No one else knew of my secret except my immediate family—I wet the bed until … Continue reading