Observations from a Nigga

"Agitate." ~ Frederick Douglass

Hoop Dreams

I have a dream. I have a dream that one day…We once again celebrate the man who saved America's soul. America's greatest American. Unfortunately, that speech is a dream, not steeped in reality. The reality is police brutality, a fifty... Continue Reading →


Obama and Me

As the Obama Administration comes to a close, I have reflected on these eight years. When the Obama years began in 2008, I was beginning a descent into a personal hell, much like the country Obama was elected to save.... Continue Reading →

What Happens to a Dream Deferred?

I work at a place where dreams die. I work at a place where poverty leaks like a faucet. I work at a place where intellect dies. I work at a place where profane language is the norm. I work... Continue Reading →

We Are Our Own Slaves

Unite for America’s Sake

I am watching this presidential race with a combination of amusement and utter despair. This election is an embarrassment…and entertaining. Donald Trump has become a residue political figure created by the white man’s disdain for having a “monkey” and “monkey... Continue Reading →


A Armchair Activist

With a hand guided by admiration and eyes focused on the flashing lights, a meal laid out before me thats cooked to perfection for my consumption. I do not seek silverware for this meal must be touched to palm and carried to mouth to nourish my body mind and soul. I can see the world for what it continues to resist and my bones carry the stretchmarks of burden hidden from my eyes but I know they are there. For now, through individual beautiful unified by thought that is Afropunk or Dandylions. For now, through action and story telling coated in melanin like Black’ish, Atlanta, Luke Cage. For now through innovation invention intelligence and integrity. I am in love with Black Excellence.

You might be offended when I tell you how special we are. How self centered I must be to have a train of thought so egotistically designed that…

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Losing Our History, Losing Ourselves

I was coerced into sharing my ideas in this blog from a good friend. After many conversations about a plethora of subjects, some drunken, she deemed by point of view somewhat interesting. I confess, I have no idea what a... Continue Reading →

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