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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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

In The Presence Of Strangers

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There are times where I’m just an admirer and there are times… when I am the admired but for all that I’ve become I still fear at times those unfamiliar eyes that stare at me. There are people who either e-mail me or comment why write these diaries. They say there is nothing wrong with […]