When you think of the word choice, what comes to mind? Change, pain, sacrifice, jail, family are just a couple of things that come to my mind. Life’s all about choices. Good or bad you gotta make them. If you had a homeboy/childhood friend out in the streets thuggin all his life and getting money…
“You ain’t going to school today?” asked my granny early one morning. She had showed up with the intentions of taking me to find a job. I responded saying that I was taking the day off. Knowing I hadn’t been to barber college in over a month. “Do you still want me to take you…
What should a man do when he’s trying to be someone better, cause I am dying to know… See I always thought being a man meant getting money, so when that was the case I was dying for more… But now I see something different. Vividly… Now I am seeing the same thing I was…
Staring at my reflection Seeking a revelation Contemplating redemption Lacking recognition The truth without hope is still true Inextinguishable spirit A hardened heart fights through it Triumph and love Knife’s edge abyss Ashes and dust In defiance of existence Profound emptiness The terror and beauty of life We give thanks for these Even the pain…