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Moments Of Connection

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Moments of connection

Sometimes you just meet that one right person at that one right time in life. It’s that voice you feed in the many crowded spaces of silent that reminds you that you are not alone. And as I sat in my sunlit apartment on an early Saturday afternoon I wondered about myself. I wondered if […]

Levels Of Loneliness

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levels of loneliness

Lanky, skinny, black boy, age of sixteen years; shirt from k-mart, pants from sears. He sits alone at a cafeteria table with no one to occupy his time. They giggle, they whisper, they point at the toe exposed from the hole in his sneaker, they barely know his name. He’s so quiet, shy, can’t look […]

Phobia

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phobia

There are many fears in the world and everyone is afraid of something. Sometimes we don’t realize our own fears until we are faced with them. A co-worker screams suddenly and intensely every time she spots a spider; this is her arachnophobia: a phobia that many people besides her have, but a phobia that can […]

These Are Not My Tears

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I smiled inside. Their two hands connected perfectly creating a picture of commitment and beauty.  Two black women walking proudly down the street not afraid of showcasing their love and I smiled again.  I smiled because for that moment no one stopped to stare at them in disgust; no one even gave a second look […]

Dust On The Portrait Of A Memory

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Dust

When we experience growth we sometimes become unrecognizable to ourselves.             The music thumped as hesitant shadows scraped the dance floor with stiffened movements and wild attire.  Black lights spotlighted the lint of many minds loose and intoxicated.  I stood with a drink half filled with ice leaning against a crowded bar where frustrated patrons […]

Trippin’

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trippin

Society had me trippin’;had me wishing, thinking, and believing I was someone other than who I actually was. Often I lay down in the backyard when I was barely a teenager and felt that this was all just a phrase. I couldn’t be one of them. There was no way I could be what my […]

Goodbye To Forever

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Goodbye to forever

Life always takes the time to remind us we don’t have forever.  That is why it is so important to love who we are inside because tomorrow won’t remember us if we don’t take the time to smile today.              It was a still moment on a simple day.  I was a bit grumpy on […]

Across A Splintered Floor

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The silence begins             yet again. There is a soft music surrendering to the reflection of my mind.  Perhaps Jazz or some tender R&B but in this memory I am sitting on a park bench with no one around me but traffic and little black squirrels gnawing on egg corns distracting me the stranger who […]

On The Other Side Of Nowhere

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…and I didn’t belong there, but for that moment, I wasn’t supposed to be anywhere else. We didn’t have much in common except we were men, unattached and seeking companionship. He talked nonsense and I nodded my head as if I actually had interest. But we were there, sharing time because either one of us […]

Levels of Loneliness

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Lanky, skinny, black boy, age of sixteen years; shirt from k-mart, pants from sears. He sits alone at a cafeteria table with no one to occupy his time. They giggle, they whisper, they point at the toe exposed from the hole in his sneaker, they barely know his name. He’s so quiet, shy, can’t look […]