Our Blackness

My blackness made you uncomfortable even as melanin percolated deep inside you. A melanin so skin deep I was sure you came from the same Georgia sun that had kissed me so passionately. My blackness made you awkward. My blackness extended deeper than your ability to comprehend. A deepness that ruled generations. My blackness forced... Continue Reading →


It was the summer of 2018 in Atlanta, GA. To be exact it was Saturday, July 21st. Tourists from all over the country were visiting the Historical Martin Luther King Site. Local business owners and their patrons are moving about. The locals are sitting outside chatting and enjoying the day. It really was a lovely... Continue Reading →

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