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American Hypocrisy
About a week ago, a reader notified me that a review I published to this blog was from a book written by a woman who took part in the insurrection of January 6th. I did not know, as I had published the review months ago. I enjoyed the book, but I have since removed the… Continue reading
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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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Sandra Bland & Black Hypocrisy
I know, I said I was resting. I also said I was a workaholic. I am resting but before I dig in deep and disconnect from the internet, I thought I’d give you something to ponder over the weekend. What kind of woman was Sandra Bland? Can anyone tell me? Did she pray often? Did… Continue reading
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Which is Better?
Question: Why does the flag on the right offend black people more than the one on the left? Which is better? The Flag that fought to keep slavery or the one that created it? The American flag just slaughtered nine of your brothers and sisters and yet in less than a month you’re going to… Continue reading
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The Twins Had a Brother
dem twins lived around the corner boys chocolate tall and smooth skinned like dem twins didn’t know they had a brother tho till word got round bout the mind he left on his mother’s front porch that ain’t a metaphor his brains divided itself between the concrete and front porch of his mother’s front yard… Continue reading
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Freedom: The Illusion
There’s a strange fruit hanging from the trees but not the kind of Billie Holidays days with blood all on the leaves but these are a different set of trees and they bear a strange fruit called ignorance with an illusion up its sleeve an illusion so thick sometimes it’s hard to breathe I feel… Continue reading
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Break the Chain
Thought I saw her self-esteem in the carpet. Her back bearing the burden of bare floors and forks that scraped the bottom of clay plates Thought I saw pain on the side of her state of mind. Thought I saw her spirit cut low like the grass. Scattered pieces of forgetfulness floating fluently throughout her… Continue reading
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