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 →
Creative writing about real issues of life. She is pacing back and forth outside of the historical church doors. It is a cold brisk night with few people moving around. The weather has kept most people inside. The church is empty as the time for churchgoers has long passed. Now standing facing the church doors the... Continue Reading →
She is a beautiful vivid flower that requires blooming. She stands out in the box of closed minds. She withers in the presence of weeds that smother her roots and stunts her growth. The soil that is to nurture her is filled with foreign unfamiliar objects that her young roots do not understand. But she... Continue Reading →
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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 →
One chair sits across an empty room on a plain discolored wall next to the door. A little television sits propped on the chair serving as entertainment that in a short period of time proved to be a distraction out of poverty. For the next four hours, cartoons would be the choice of education for... Continue Reading →
Our sons are the old men that they will one day become. As I looked into his eyes, I could not help but wonder his past and future. I was so caught up in his story and what will become of him that I could not appreciate his presence. His wounds appeared deeper than any... 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 →
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