I struggle here, in America
We hunted like wild game
Images of torture
Places in the south we still can’t go
I struggle here, in America
As in the interview, Abdullah shares his transparent journey of laying his hands on a woman the one and only time in his life. “It was a mistake and it cost me…”
He is a metaphorical genius. He bends words like a contortionist. His freestyle prowess in rap and spoken word is second to none.
I think the movement is important to Chicago because currently men are being demonized and all thrown into a bag there is no balance in the narrative that is being put out. I personally don’t think there is an attack on masculinity.
It is my hope you will be refreshed, connected, emotions, spirituality, and belonging as you grip through the pages.
I am awake, again Unable to sleep, restless No words to pray, seeking No thoughts developing, silence Fatigued with energy, …
One of the forthcoming works in this book is entitled Welcome Home. It’s a series of stanza I call heart letters. They are written to a father after three decades of absence in the life of his son…
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?
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.
Well, folks, it’s here. After all these years I have finally completed my first Hip Hope CD. How did I …
While his name is Michael, he’s known on the Chicago poetry scene as Double G (G2 for God’s Gift). He’s …
Kells the Artist is beyond Spoken Word. He’s a wordsmith and a Hip-Hop artist who is destined to make waves …
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.
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.
I’m asking for support to invest in this Soul Restoration single while at the same time praying that it blesses your soul …
In every relationship, there is compromise and change.
“We have forgotten what binds us to settle for what holds us bound, it is not a fault of religion, it is a fault of us”
Chicago’s own Blaq Ice, one of the best entertainers in Chicago talks about his work in Chicago and the P.O.E.T organization.