my skin.

Romans 6:23 "the wages of sin is death..." i ask God, because it seems close to the end, is my skin the sin? . . . . . everybody loves to rave about Black people looking youthful. i chalk it off to them being nice, but they're still being truthful. my skin is smooth. clear. … Continue reading my skin.

I Heard it Through The Grapevine

the first person i ever took seriously was you, mistake. yet, you had me walking around without a clue, shady. i never thought you would be the one to make me blue, cold. and now i bet you're wondering how i knew, lemme tell you. i heard it through the grapevine. i sensed something was … Continue reading I Heard it Through The Grapevine

cleaning out my closet.

we gotta check ourselves. i gotta check myself. i have to. we can quickly point out the flaws of others and tell them what they must do to make your life easier, but we can't look at ourselves and pinpoint what we must do to make those close to us and our loved ones happier … Continue reading cleaning out my closet.

Say Hello To The Bad Guy.

people need people to point the finger at. to distract them and everyone else from their own flaws and faults and mistakes and mishaps. you're not better. you're not righteous. you're not different. you just hide. once we shift the conversation to others being difficult, we're no longer talking about what they're difficult about and … Continue reading Say Hello To The Bad Guy.

Straight Outta Compton.

Dear Momma, this is past due so let me jump straight in. you gave birth to me January 30th 1993. i was due on January 28th, same day as pops but you waited on me. then you gave me his name and your name. guess you didn't wanna be excluded from the name thing huh? … Continue reading Straight Outta Compton.