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
They are all from Chicago and are very active and engaged in their specific crafts.
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 …
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 …
Hi Depression, Sorry I missed your call earlier, but I am calling you now. I know it’s that time of …
When five students raised their hand when I asked if they had lost a sibling to gun violence but only one said they had received counseling…
I’ve been tested for two months. Three test to be exact. In devotion the Spirit of the Lord gave clear …
I wonder if they sleep at night Jurors, who convicted the pure Little African and Latin boys Detectives who are …
I am awake, again Unable to sleep, restless No words to pray, seeking No thoughts developing, silence Fatigued with energy, …
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.
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 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 …
I interviewed 5 times at the Noble Network of Charter Schools 7 years ago. I remember going from cracking jokes …
In every relationship, there is compromise and change.