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  • Ancestral Trauma

    It has been too long, but long is never gone, for tomorrow, no matter how long, shall arise once again as long as your essence allows it! Today, I sit in a memoir of my own life. A reality of hurt and pain. A reality of my ancestry. A reality of truth. Thoughts of my…

  • Papa

    What a beautiful site: He sat in tanned clothing, He was as handsome as can be with a clean shavened face. He wore the same paint stained watch I remembered as a child. Eloquent in an unfamiliar sitting position as he spoke of an intellectual topic. I gawked and took in every inch of his…

  • Another Year….

    Another year to depart from and say good-bye to, it was fun, it was sad and it was happy! A new year to embark on to renew yourself, to say bye to the old and hello to the new. Are you ready? Are YOU ready? I can’t hear you!! ARE YOU READY!!!!!????? (“ahem” as I…

  • Bang Bang

    In the history of today’s shootings, enjoy this heated song by Le Tigre! In New York the shooting of another unarmed black man raises further questions about NYPD tactics. On THURSDAY an undercover policeman shot and killed Patrick Dorismond. Murder is murder Why’re they confused? Another man dead I read it in the news Who…

  • Political Parasites

  • Thoughts of a 17- Year- Old

    This a poem I found that I wrote when I was 17 years old. Dated January 20, 1994. How innocent life is at that age.

  • Missing Kisses

    His kisses she misses, Deep drowning-malicious, Falling deep unto his spell, Further down into ditches, Over-dosing on his thirst, Her drug of aspirations, Feening for her next hit. Her kisses he misses, Although delicious, To him it’s all fictitious!  

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