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With about 35 minutes left in Black History Month, I thought I’d close out a roller coaster of a month with a celebration of Black love, pride, defiance, respect, and more with a playlist. Black Is Love. Black Is Power. Black Is Royalty. Black Is Beauty. Black Is Us. Black Is Life. Enjoy!
September 3rd, 2013 | 7 p.m. __________ “Yes! I said it! MY DAUGHTER IS TOO GOOD FOR YOUR SON! And I know that she will live to regret this day! She didn’t even want this day to happen!” Adrian dropped and shook his head at the sound of his father-in-law’s voice. “You REALLY think… Read More
All six of my poetry collections, with prices ranging from $5-$8 are available for sale now on Amazon. Check the following links to grab your copies. Undefined : Thoughts Of A Young Poet Ways To Grow Searching : The Prelude All In My Mind Before The Sunshine After The Rain Be sure to leave a… Read More
“In a world filled with hate, choose love. From love, happiness grows. and from deep within in, life blossoms and glows.”
I swallowed a bottle full, Just to see if I would make it through. Just to see if I’d be born anew, Just to see if other’s tears would be many or few. I woke in the same hell of days before, Pain and strife leaving my heart torn, Still drowning in a sea… Read More
I’ve grown so comfortable in my loneliness, I’ve come to expect feelings of sadness & nothing less. I’ve come to expect not a care from the world. Come to accept the life of an unloved girl. I’ve perfected smiles that are hardly true. I’ve settled in my life of lows and blues. _________ Follow http://instagram.com/writtenbycort… Read More
Perhaps I’m not what you expected. Perhaps you’ve gathered the wrong impression. Maybe I’ve left out something that has left you conflicted. Let me say it now, let’s call it a little confession. I don’t kiss ass. I will not dumb myself down. Bullshit gets no pass. I won’t be forced to smile if I… Read More
It was heavy on his mind, wouldn’t allow him to rest or find the peace that seemed to find his wife with ease. Looking at the digital clock on his nightstand, a despondent look fell upon his gentle face as he read ‘3:12 a.m.’. It was becoming like clockwork, made him wonder why he’d even… Read More
Originally, I was going to do this as a ‘podcast’/audio discussion for my youtube channel. But, I get overly emotional very easily, and I have the ugliest struggle cry-talk voice in the world. I’d rather not embarrass myself that way. So, I want to take this post to speak on an initiative I took towards… Read More
November 1987 Being held up by her sons as they all stood under a large tent, Norma rocked very slowly from side to side with her short frame causing her to look diminutive compared to the young men she’d birthed and raised. Her eyes were closed and she was praying silently, asking for that… Read More