There is no doubt that most people in the world have experienced domestic abuse. I was hit with extension cords, …
How is it that a Black or Brown citizen can be punished for growing up in an impoverished environment, but white people can use privilege as a defense to escape murder charges and walk free? Is this how we make American great again?
Every click arouses sounds, enticing, alluring, hypnotic
Engaging, interactive, my virtual world is heaven making my natural world hell
A sensation, the grabbing, mind pierced, darkness shining as my light
GOP victory will be taken as affirmation and everything I’ve written is not the America I know and we won’t get back to us if that happens.
Despite attempts to boycott my shows, by some in the poetry community, they continued to be sold out. I have one philosophy, counter hate with love.
By the time I was seven and my brother was nine, we had been exposed to so much trauma with sex, drugs, violence, and murder, our life was destined for the gutter of repeating the cycle of violence in our adult lives.
Well, folks, it’s here. After all these years I have finally completed my first Hip Hope CD. How did I …
I’ve learned a lot from Desiree in the 31 years I’ve known her. She continues to champion, cheer, support, and call me on my BS.
While his name is Michael, he’s known on the Chicago poetry scene as Double G (G2 for God’s Gift). He’s …
“I’ve always been an opportunist over money. Money grants access, opportunity grants expansion.” ALB
Kells the Artist is beyond Spoken Word. He’s a wordsmith and a Hip-Hop artist who is destined to make waves …
After fixing my immigration status I was able to go back to finish my BA. During this long journey with many sacrifices…
It feels like months
Where have I traveled?
A place of mystery and uncertainty
I can’t believe I am here
In this place, at this moment
Thinking, relishing, questioning
My purpose, my call, my existence
Surrounded but alone
Clinging to hope yet untethered
Trapped in the crevices of thought
I’ve traveled here before
It’s uncomfortable, that face, the reflection
Its shadow reaching out to hug me
Whispers of I love you, you have a purpose
You exist for a reason
I don’t embrace it
I turn off the light
Tears run down the mirror
I’ve been here before, it hasn’t been days
It’s been hours
In front of an empty table
Food cold, coffee bland, water lukewarm
Depression says hello
I’m fighting against depression with lots of Joy, Love, and Prayer and of course counseling because I’m unashamed.
I was asked by my cousin (we actually met on Facebook) to give her keys to success as she continues …
I am not a perfect dad. If the cameras where rolling in my house last week, even while in a …
I released a freestyle video that you will see below in a link. I’m often criticized for my “darkness” in …
The racial divide in Christianity is so real and a recent comparison between Lecrae and NF, in a premierechristianity.com blog, …
Her voice, hard, subtle, strong, melodious, and powerful. She doesn’t have to work at grabbing the attention of any audience, it’s simply a gift that comes with her anointing. She is a retired teacher but she has never stopped educating.
What is Kaepernick Syndrome? It’s when you decide to speak up for the rights of your people in protest and …