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 …
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.
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.
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.
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
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 …
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.
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 …
In every relationship, there is compromise and change.