Selena passed them on the way into the place. A gorgeous distraction, black leather and lace. Bottom bass. from right to left, left to right, MJ-like always surpassing the hype. She tossed ’em a sly smile, followed up by her fly style. Nothing but raised eyebrows and Ooohh faces, is gettin’ riled. She was my […]
Tag: life
When I Get Old
When I get old there’s gonna be a lot of shit that I’m gonna just stop caring about. There’s so much wasted time, I could prolly free up and put to better use. I’ve already identified quite a few things and listed them out. Hmmm. Might not be a bad idea to get a head […]
Speak On It #6: Power
“Power cannot be found, grown, cultivated, or gathered. It is a social construct of a mutually agreed upon illusion. Leaders can take, wield, and hold on to power, for only, as long as it is given to them by people.”
An Everyday Choice
Keeping things simple, I’ve come to the conclusion there are 3 types of people in life. Those who understand the system and seek to take advantage of it, seek to game it, for personal gain. Those who understand the system, but reject it’s inequality and injustice for Others. And those who are oblivious to […]
Speak On It #5: Ideas
Nothing is more infectious than an idea… for ill or good.
Speak On It #4: Worry
“Don’t waste time worrying about things until it’s time to worry about things.”
Speak On It #3: Privilege
“Trying to point out privilege, is like trying to bring attention to the air. It’s hard to recognize until there is less of it or its gone.”
Rub the Lamp, Part 2
Shimmy, shimmy ya. Shimmy yeah. Shimmy hey. Honey had the maracas bumping against her hips and ass, hypnotically, while the bass guitar scaled the stairs. My eyes followed the lacquered sheen shining off the bourbon chocolate of her muscled thighs. She danced under the club lights that hung just above the wooden rails leading up […]
Speak On It #1: Precious Time
Be discriminating with your time. Share most it with people who challenge you to be a better person.
Brown Skin
One day, I stood in my kitchen and stared out the window, onto the view of a pasture across the way. I thought about what type of man I would become, the pathway I would follow, once I am old. I contemplated the style of dress I might wear – the direction I might comb […]
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