I bet you like that flag, Blue-blooded lover of a guns, Oh how beautifully, it waves for you. Should I keep running this race while tied to a tree? Seeing my peers pass me up never acknowledging their head start. So focused on their privilege, I forgot whats special about me.
Now that the big 3-0 is almost here, Im waiting to exhale from mostly escaping the frustrating agist stereotypes of our society. I look in the mirror, still seeing my 18 year old appearance, but knowing there’s so much more underneath. I see a living testament to the mind being your most powerful God-given asset. You will become what you believe.
[Read page one: Occupying Ferguson… and page two: Conquering Fear] Although I was absolutely willing to put my life on … Continue Reading A Tribute to Our Black Generation: Woke & Positive (part three)
[Read page one: Occupying Ferguson] At that time in 2014, I was tangled deep into the black web of Tumblr. … Continue Reading A Tribute to Our Black Generation: Conquering Fear (part two)
Three years ago, today, I was driving in heavy stop-and-go Atlanta morning traffic. Per usual, I expected to reach maximum … Continue Reading A Tribute to Our Black Generation: Occupying Ferguson (part one)
On a solo retreat, when my private grotto became a lipsync stage. Enjoying the breeze and Rihanna’s Love on the Brain in Jamaica.
If you know me or follow me on social media, then you know how much my family means to me … Continue Reading ARGENTINA: How Buenos Aires Changed My Life (Pt. 1)