Dear Black People

i'm going to get straight to it. Black people aren't mad ENOUGH. Black people aren't aggressive ENOUGH. Black people aren't crying ENOUGH. Black people do not deserve amerikkka. and amerikkka doesn't deserve us. this country doesn't deserve our patience and culture and style and our input and work. we do not deserve the hatred and … Continue reading Dear Black People

friends. how many of us have them?

how many of us are real friends? check up on your friends, y'all. make sure they're good. please. all it takes is a text, preferably a call, and a request to link up for dinner or lunch. we all have a life. but most of us aren't as busy as we like to think we … Continue reading friends. how many of us have them?

First Lady.

Whatever she lacks, I'm right over her shoulder. When I'm off track, mami is keeping me focused. There's nothing that brings more joy and heartache at the same time than our significant other. If you got a lady and you know she's dope, for you, mature, ethical, has standuuuhhs, intelligent and God fearing, do what … Continue reading First Lady.

a poem.

this is a poem inspired by K-A-N-Y-E and the great Muhammad Ali. it's a poem about self LOVE. so guess what? it's a poem about me. we often say be humble, sit down. but we tell our kids, “smile. don't frown.” we often say “self LOVE is the most important LOVE.” well today, don't mind … Continue reading a poem.

Momma look at your Son, what happened to my smile?

see i know what, we've got to do... you let go. and i let go too. cus no one's hurt me more than you, and no one ever will. no matter how i think we grow, you always seem to let me know, it ain't working. it ain't working. sincerely, Julius. first thing's first, i'm … Continue reading Momma look at your Son, what happened to my smile?