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Concrete Rose Episode Two: The White Lady
“I give a holler to my sisters on welfareTupac cares, if don’t nobody else care” You know, it’s funny when it rains it poursThey got money for wars, but can’t feed the poor.” -Tupac, Keep Ya Head Up Even though life tried to take me out in a toilet, I got here healthy, drug-free, and… Continue reading
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Concrete Rose: Episode One
“Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? It learned to walk without having feet. Funny, it seems, but by keeping its dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else cared.” – Tupac Amaru Shakur I was almost… Continue reading
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Birthright
They taught us to treat rest like a reward for our exhaustion instead of a birthright. Continue reading
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Black Joy
Nobody talks about society’s addictionto black trauma.How much more profitableit is to talk about painthan poems,depressionthan joy. Like we don’t have feelingsjust bad experiencesturned into songsof sorrowsand spiritualsof reaching heavencause there can’t be no freedomhere on Earth for Black people. Maybe this world still doesn’t consider ushuman enoughto be happysomeone hand society a roadmapfor getting… Continue reading
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This Precious Life
The preciousness of this life has been on my mind heavily. It could be because a sister I’ve known for years lost her oldest son to a senseless murder last week. Gianni was only 20 years old. Then, I woke up this morning to see that O.J. Simpson had died. Or, it could be that… Continue reading
