I’m surely not saying that the NFL is responsible or culpable but we can’t deny the impact of head trauma that has cases of domestic violence, brain damage, physical trauma, and suicides that have been shared.
There is hope for them; there should be respect for them, and there should be love for them and teaching them the right way.
Part of my spiritual growth is standing for the marginalized, the forsaken, and the forgotten. That is the life I work to live daily in honor of my Lord Yeshua.
Black people wake up and no matter what trauma we experience as a community, we have to go into work …
I have seen several Black men, FBF, and associates post the featured image. They caption it “A Black Woman’s Worst …
The eerie feeling when a police officer pulls up behind you. He was behind me for about 6 blocks. I …
My son Where did I go wrong What song didn’t I sing of love What gift didn’t I give from the heart What birthday did I miss What event didn’t I attend
African history was not a part of my upbringing. I was about survival. No different from any other African child …
There is no judgment or ill intent towards anyone, it’s only a challenge for us all to re-evaluate what really matters.
Today was amazing. I had the opportunity to perform at Facebook Chicago. It was the moment of a lifetime and …
I am a message, a call, a text away! I don’t have all the answers but I do have the resources. You don’t have to live life burdened anymore.
Hi Depression, Sorry I missed your call earlier, but I am calling you now. I know it’s that time of …
I’m not a health nut though at age 47 I’ve worked on being and doing better. My wife ensures I …
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 …
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 am not a perfect dad. If the cameras where rolling in my house last week, even while in a …