generational
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SugarCoated and Springtime
They get tired of hearing it. Ain’t nobody got to say it, I know that they get tired. Tired of these distractions in brown-colored skin waking up from Valley’s with muscles and tendons all conscious-like. Uncovering the blood in the American Flag— Tired, tethered, and intoxicated with his story. Unraveling the color of bigotry on… Continue reading
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A Witness to the Experience
My Soul is a Witness is a title inspired by the Negro Spiritual song, “Witness,” but I did not choose such a title because I think of myself and my people as “Negroes.” I chose such a title because of the powerful messages and influence these songs had on our people as they transitioned from… Continue reading
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Race and Rights
When did race and rights become separate entities? Since when has the black problem in America not have to do with both race and rights? Dare you to walk the streets of the 1920s and 40s and 50s with your prophet scented blood and expect to transgress the law of separatist signage. That “Whites Only”… Continue reading
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Encouraging Womanhood
I remember being given the permission to date at a certain age. Even if not literal (I don’t remember being told), by the age of 15, 16, and 17 it was understood I have at some point begun dating, and as such there was a silent acceptance of this change. As I’m running errands and… Continue reading
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The Art of Storytelling
When I think of storytelling, a familiar image creeps into my mind: an elder with the strength of several generations. Eyes covered with glasses slightly tilted off the nose, they nod slowly to the beat of a rocking chair. Their hands and knees are stiff with arthritis so it is rubbed continuously as the history… Continue reading
