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The water pump

One day, while walking to the water pump, a boy witnessed a man driving by in a shiny and attractive vehicle.

While riding past, the man tossed an empty box of cigarettes out of his car window and quickly sped away.

Soon afterwards , the boy -astonished by the man’s luxurious automobile – turned to his father and asked:

“Father, does it make you sad that we are so poor?”

To which the boy’s father responded:

I do not feel sad? Do you?

The boy replied:

“No, but we don’t have much money?”

The father delayed his response and lowered himself to a knee so that he could look directly into his son’s eyes. With a slight smile on his lips, he used his words to edify the boy:

“My son” He said in a warm and calm tone. “Some people are so poor, that all they have is money”

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Monologue: Complexities

Many people inquire about my habits. I assume that they’d like to be able to place me in a category that’ll help them understand my behavior.

Although it would make me uncomfortable, I would label myself a writer – thats is if it were up to me to decide-.

From my perception, the art of writing is a path so broken and divided that one must be lost in order to indulge in its essence.

And so it is while on this path, that I’ve witnessed myself transform into the words I’ve manifested onto paper; living vicariously though literature.

Consequently, I’ve become the main characters of the stories Ive grown accustomed to writing; a comedian, a politician, a poet, singer and sometimes even God.

My experience is therefore too complex to define but nevertheless, too entertaining to look away.

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Alive

Living

feeling connected with all other beings

Seeing the essence of existence within each moment

flying without wings

Singing hymns that I have know recollection of

Loving women with images that appears to be a reflection of my own

Kissing a child who will probably grown up with a deep rooted since of entitlement

Praying to the God inside of me

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Menace

To be exact

when it comes to black

no ones predating us

The founders went on conquest

Their mission was enslaving us

Colonies all our people

Livestocking and trading us

Saw power in our skin tone

And made a plan change it up

Saw God in all our faces

still chose to violate us

saw the beauty n our women

Then decided they should rape her

See us suffering in the streets

They use guns instead of tazors

Then sentence us to the jail

With a bunch of loaded cases

Now his comissary low as fuck

His baby mom ain’t showing up

His starving barely holding up

He smiling cus he going nuts

His son just started high school

Can’t get him on the phone much

His step dad gotta crazy mouth

So youngin fighting grown ups

He see his dad and let him know

his plan to hit the streets

Ain’t bout to ask his mom

or her new man to buy his sneaks

And Dad knows that once a man decides

he can’t be stopped

That nothing can derailed em

so he put him on the block

He tell him if gets caught

to keep his mouth on lock

And if they try to run up

Give em something from this glock

Ain’t learn shit from his dad

Except how a Demon

Society looking at him

like another curse seamen

On instagram they snitchin

Whole world no he wanted

And his mother going through it

Cus this ain’t life she wanted

She join a church

get close to god

Her head stay in a bible

He hiding what he feel in side

Too focused on survival

Plus he got his girl pregnant

Every night his thoughts spiral

Just another Black male

who got caught up in the cycle

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