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When I’m Gone
You don’t have to mention my name Waste, not your resources Carving my initials into the ground Or on street signs and buildings Not near corners where future Martin Kings Will sell dope and brawl Until their quarrels leak With the accidental stench of death Over dice games I’m sure Dr. King didn’t expect his… Continue reading
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The Weight of Writing
The weight of what we write. The ability to influence the direction of a decision. To direct the path of someone’s life for better or for worse. The responsibility of altering a person’s state of mind. Isn’t it blood on our hands if we do it wrong? People watch and people mimic. Can we be… Continue reading
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Grief
it came in waves today grief did the sound of Yolanda Adams opening her heart did it I was wrong to listen her voice was a gun her lyrics, a trigger me, the victim she was thunder my tears rain Yolanda knows I can’t listen to that song it hoola hooped on the radio… Continue reading
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When We Were Innocent
It took me a long time to realize Rick James Mary Jane song was about weed. For a long time, I thought Mary Jane was an actual woman he was in love with. Every time I heard the song I would smile, my heart melting at the sound of love. Even after watching the movie… Continue reading
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The Diary
My first practice in writing was the diary. Sometimes it wasn’t an actual diary but a journal I turned into one. It was a special thing for me because prior I had been writing in notebooks but notebooks didn’t provide the kind of privacy that diaries did. With the privacy of the diary, I could… Continue reading
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31 Years, 31 Life Lessons
I am officially on vacation. This means that I am doing my favorite thing: traveling. I had a ball in North Carolina and my next stop is Alabama to visit the Legacy Museum: From Enslavement to Mass Incarceration. I also just had a birthday. Since I turned 31, I thought of 31 life lessons I’ve… Continue reading
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Can we Live?
We wake up just enough to stay woke but not enough to live. We live on hours and minutes and second hands, gas, and expressways. Espressos and Starbucks. From the bed to the car to the job, back to the car to the house and to the bed where we will lie down again so… Continue reading
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