Walking, briskly, thinking; tires screeching, window down, shots fired Chest burning, falling, hands, clutching, near heart, life, lights, flashing, brea…thing… …
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
My present stress traumatic disorder knocks at the door
I answer, all I see are silhouettes of young people
I didn’t meet them in this life, but the visit mean in the spirit
And I fear again, chasing the dollar and career
That I have failed to be human
There is hope for them; there should be respect for them, and there should be love for them and teaching them the right way.
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
I fasted recently. It’s a part of the Christian walk that I hadn’t embarked on seriously in quite sometime. Yet, …
We’ve been taught to fight each other, steal from one another, kill one another, reign down terror and rage on our children, leave our women, leave our kids, hustle illegally to get by because we knew America has always been devoid of humanity.
…I am beginning to feel the spirit of Elijah. But I am not at Mt. Carmel up against the prophets of Baal. I am in Mt. United States of America up against racism.
Yet, if I don’t shift my mindset towards those young Black men I don’t know and assume the worst of, we will never break the cycle inflicted on us by forces that have put us in the condition, put the knife in our hand and causes us to continually blame ourselves for our own problem.
We are a nation at crisis and a people at war.
I wonder if they sleep at night Jurors, who convicted the pure Little African and Latin boys Detectives who are …
And the future of the white race rests in a recent MSN post displays Nazi’s in training as they taunt and mock a veteran of the United States Military.
There is no doubt that most people in the world have experienced domestic abuse. I was hit with extension cords, …
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.