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 the line, it wasnt time yet. I wasnt ready to die on the front lines of this cause when I felt like I had done so little to move the culture forward. The best weapon I… 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. The power of online social justice warriors stretched its arms wide and kicked its feet under the nose of the sleeping giant that has become this country. Organizers posted meetings, discussions, lived feeds, think pieces,… 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 traffic. Per usual, I expected to reach maximum frustration after 90 minutes when I could make the final left turn into the parking lot of my workplace. That Monday, August 10, 2014, V-103's DJ Frank Ski stopped all the music on the station to… 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.