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…
Activists congregate at City hall to get Mayor McCarthy to freeze rent There was an eerie silence on a bright Friday evening in Schenectady. What would usually be a bustling town brimming with people and commerce around city hall was a scene in a wild west movie. If there were a tumbleweed in Schenectady it…
Warning, spoilers For years we speculated what it would be like to walk the cold, devastated halls, corridors, and streets of a ravaged Raccoon City. For so long we fantasize about seeing realistic looking zombies in environments like outside Alleyways or indoor museums. We Salivated at the idea, and we got it in last year’s…
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…
bleacherreport.com/post/los-angeles-lakers/603444fb-7dfe-48c9-b21c-fb68923343a7 The WNBA just drafted the young girls that unfortunately perished in the helicopter crash on January 26th 2020. My heart goes out to those girls, the families that perished as well. May the screech sneaker up above in peace
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…
Sweet requiems that serenade ears become eerie screeches from sirens filled with tears when dreams and fantasies become tainted with everyone else’s fears Our eyes become blinded by the singing of other’s concepts that plague our mind-frames into believing that what we wished for isn’t a complete idea And instead of steering our own ship…
Sundry fragments The sundry fragments of my soul are splattered across the globe in search of new Ways to become bold, brave, and no longer afraid Staring in a rage as I blame the world for my soul being in disarray attempting to discover my place in this paradigm controlled by dissonance Sundry fragments sprinkle…
I stepped outside today, Felt the fresh early spring as I ran, The birds were serenading to the world, She was listening, However, Our world was silent. No sirens, No people. I took the liberty of running without music, to hear the sweet melodies of my world, and one sound was missing. The bustle of…