I want to start by saying I’ve always been a sensitive man. Growing up I was always considered “a crybaby” I cried a lot going up. I was very in tune with my emotions and I wasn’t afraid to let them out. I recall getting kicked out of class in sixth grade because I
The past few months have been heavy on the hearts of many. Starting in mid-March, we entered quarantine. Being stuck inside forced us to incubate in confusion, fear, and uncertainty for months. A new normal was on the horizon and we were all seeking for an answer as to what it would look like. Everything
A poem critiquing the theft of black America, and a tribute to the late Pop Smoke Featured Image credit : REUTERS/Darren Ornitz They love the way that we dance… And they love the way that we move… And they love the way that we rock… And they love all the shit that we do… And
Thrill is a two way street The great poet Rick Ross once said, “ Right now I could re-write history. I stopped writing so f**k it I’ll do it mentally.” Those words ring like the liberty bell on an early morning, I can’t stop hearing them. The ability to make history with my writing, but
I remember the sheer cold silence in the room as I stared into the darkness in front of me off that stage. It came after a hailstorm of cheers, an affection I didn’t think was possible. I spent a long time thinking about this moment, and when It came I was more shocked than ever
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I’ve been often considered as a grown ass kid. People are always saying I act like a child, that occasionally I give off immature characteristics. This counteracts with my own mature persona. Personally, I believe everyone has a little immaturity in them, it really depends on people’s threshold’s for maturity in which they describe other’s
On a breezy night during the celebratory month of black excellence and history, a wonderful workshop is occurring in downtown Schenectady. William Rivas is sitting at the front desk of Urban Co-works at 433 State street on the 4th floor, graciously waiting for guests to arrive at this magical event. Cracking a million-dollar smile as
This is a tough conversation to have. Mothers are special people. They give you the gift of life, They teach you so much growing up and do it to the best of their knowledge. But so many of them, especially in the black and Latino community are toxic. they don’t give you a voice, are
My first memories of Kobe Bryant happened to be with my father. Kobe was his favorite player. I remember regular Saturdays and weekday evenings where I would sit with him during his free time and watch him play his NBA game on his PlayStation. These were possibly the most momentous times of my early life.