For the second time in as many weeks, Current NYS Senate Candidate Thearse Mccalmon (tee-ree-sa) has been active in the Schenectady community delivering masks to people in need. This act of courtesy occurs in the midst of her campaign, as the election cycle heats up. A Community woes On a warm Sunday afternoon in May,
Typing a text to my crush before I delete it is like… I want to explore your world I want to learn the songs of your melody so I can play them all night long I’m curious about you, I want to know what you put in your hair so I can buy it and
My best friend was supposed to walk the stage in a couple of weeks. A friend of mine were planning to visit him, and watch him ascend to the glory of black education. He was supposed to receive his masters degree from Cornell University, shake hands with the president and wave to the crowd with
Loaded bases- Loaded bases that’s my motivationSwinging for the fences no hesitationTryna free my people from this desperationAnd show these niggas some new imaginationSo I step to the mound without resignationAnd claim my place in history as the greatest playingNo room for doubt gotta get my homies to safetyForget the clout ain’t got time for
It was a peculiarly windy Wednesday in April that seemed to be able to blow everything away. This wind also brought a chill that was unnecessarily uncomfortable in late April. Despite the uncanny weather, there was a health crisis occurring that has left families struggling and scared, as well as in desperate need for food
The distance between my dreams and I closes in every single moment I close my eyes and believe they are real. As I appeal to my desires through my sheer will I come closer to sealing the gap that keeps me from experiencing all the glee I have dreamt of The distance between my dreams
A briefcase of sedation Filled with peace seducing remedies Tools that diffuse the bomb of anxiety Stimulating me in ways that Allow me to breath and be at ease A briefcase of sedation Cooling my burning heart Soothing my brain Claims the pain that drains The world in my head That consistently goes insane A
what’s that famous ghetto boy’s line? “I sit alone in my four corner room staring at…” That’s how i’m feeling during this seemingly endless quarantine. I don’t know what day it is, I’ve seen the same 8-9 people all day every day (my family). And I’ve been in my room spending most of my time
Taking the moments to appreciate how far I came, understanding I’m nowhere where I want to be, Everyday I wake up and appreciate another moment to get up and get it done But I am, Right where I need to be. Breathing steadily as I meditate and prepare for another day to make my name
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