The apartment is gravely positioned down a stretch of road littered with trash on both sides. On any given night it would not be safe to walk alone. Weeds have overgrown with a wilderness that mimics the very people that lived there. The apartment buildings exhibit an exhausted appearance of a woman once pretty but... Continue Reading →
My blackness made you uncomfortable even as melanin percolated deep inside you. A melanin so skin deep I was sure you came from the same Georgia sun that had kissed me so passionately. My blackness made you awkward. My blackness extended deeper than your ability to comprehend. A deepness that ruled generations. My blackness forced... Continue Reading →
It was the summer of 2018 in Atlanta, GA. To be exact it was Saturday, July 21st. Tourists from all over the country were visiting the Historical Martin Luther King Site. Local business owners and their patrons are moving about. The locals are sitting outside chatting and enjoying the day. It really was a lovely... Continue Reading →
Many thanks to this gentleman for allowing me to use his image. May his life be blessed! This is truly one of my favorite portraits. Our sons are the old men that they will one day become. (repost) As I looked into his eyes, I could not help but wonder his past and future. I... Continue Reading →
As I walked out the door toward the gate that would lead to my freedom, I knew if I didn’t leave my bitterness and hatred behind, I’d still be in prison. ... Continue Reading →
As I walked out the door toward the gate that would lead to my freedom, I knew if I didn’t leave my bitterness and hatred behind, I’d still be in prison. ... Continue Reading →
I am staring at him. He sits with an egotistical smirk, leaning back in his chair, puffing on his cigar, he asks in a stony sarcastic voice “Tell me something? Am I not your purpose? Is this life not your purpose?” Instantly my mind started rattling off all kinds of answers, but my mouth could not; would... Continue Reading →
So one day we wake up, moving about our day then here it is -the "what the hell happen?".
I once knew a boy that skated through life. His wheels of convenience rode him to many destinations. ~TanyaG
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