I remember being 13 and experiencing my first thoughts of suicide. I remember bouncing back and between thoughts of hanging myself or overdosing on prescription painkillers. It would be safe, clean and painless. Self-inflicted pain was never my “thing.” Museum of Thought: Poetic Perspectives in Adolescence is a poetic time capsule of my depression. …
11/7/17 I fear I am afraid I fear that folks will find out that I’m not really okay when I say that I’m fine (Sometimes) I fear that laughter and lungs full of loud won’t ease the hurt anymore I fear that I wont be able to keep my fantasies at bay To prevent from …
If you haven’t already, please go back and read my blog titled Black As I Wanna Be: Chopping it Up with Ezekiel Walker. There you’ll find a detailed recap of our first encounter. Since then, we have kept in touch, kept each other motivated creatively, shared laughs and a multitude of ideas. In this book, …
Days ago I met the sunrise He had dreadlocks and Carolina blue eyes It was as if my imagination was running from me again His intellect matched mine His words were like music Passionate and full of soul I was ready for whatever journey we were about to begin I explained to him that I’m …
There are a million ways to communicate And yet you choose the one We go from everyday to nonverbal to every now and then, then straight to none The I’m busy Oh i forgot to send the text I’m adding them to your collection of excuses And wondering what’s next We make a …
