I’ve spent my whole life learning, living, and being black history. Every year, I’ve celebrated black history month. I’ve loved it, I’ve loathed it for a myriad of reasons. As I’ve gone throughout my 26 years of life in black history, only recently have I learned about Black August. What is Black August? Black August
If nothing, you survived that’s all… 2020 was a long year full of ups and downs as well as surviving death by COVID-19. The only thing we did well was survive this horrendous year that took so much from so many. I’m not going to make a list of things that are designed to make
A conversation about me crashing based off my own anxiety A conversation about me crashing based on my own anxiety I’m never at ease, always in a hurry, anxious, uptight almost. Consistently thinking and at times that thought process can cause crashes almost instantly. I’m speaking figuratively and literally. At times I crash because of
We’re legitimately living in a historic space. A global pandemic is upon us and it has completely slowed down our world to almost a standstill. For months, we’ve been cooped up into the house, and have been given small liberties and possibilities to go out to functions. This year has brought us much sadness, confusion,
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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