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Gun Nation

T’s & P’s

My country, where tears flow
Where guns grow with liberty
Of the I sing
Land that your fathers stole
Land that’s not your you hold

Silhouette

We will hold each other tightly
After spring break
Because we hope to never become
Memories
At such a youth age

Heartbroken: The Curse of Music

There is hope for them; there should be respect for them, and there should be love for them and teaching them the right way.

Rise Simone, and Rest!

They will burn jerseys, spray a byword on your home
Throw your shoes in a bonfire, call you Benedict Arnold
Threaten your family, say you betrayed them
Don’t sweat them, it’s not your fault
Their lives are incomplete, broken, purposeless

Ramblings…

Black people wake up and no matter what trauma we experience as a community, we have to go into work …

Where Did I Go Wrong?

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

Free flowing

African history was not a part of my upbringing. I was about survival. No different from any other African child …

The End of Possibility

I have never cared for most board meetings. If there is no willful intent to actively listen and address parental concerns regarding administrative changes then don’t open board meetings to the public. Parents were not heard and that corporate adage of “the board of directors knows what’s best” is arrogant.

Where Brooklyn @

Where Brooklyn at? New York, big city of dream Came in the form of teens Like animals, they ravaged A …

Memories

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.

Invitation to Dinner

Hi Depression, Sorry I missed your call earlier, but I am calling you now. I know it’s that time of …

When They See Us…

I wonder if they sleep at night Jurors, who convicted the pure Little African and Latin boys Detectives who are …

Morning

I am awake, again Unable to sleep, restless No words to pray, seeking No thoughts developing, silence Fatigued with energy, …

Silent Husbands ~ Invisible Wives

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

Domestic Violence Awareness Month

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.