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on my television stand, there are some plastic flowers in a small vase. some white ones and one singular red one. none of my friends have seen them i don't think, and i've never ventured to share them with anyone outside these four walls.... the red flower is the flower my uncle hubert brou...
Black History Month Entry: Protest Anthology: Nina Simone and t
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i downloaded this album to my Zune a while back. i just listened to it today. as a matter of fact, i'm still listening to it as i type. it's an interesting album, with interviews of varying lengths wherein the late great Nina Simone, The High Priestess of Soul , tells us about the process...
Black History Month Entry: Reflection
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today, my family buried another elder, my grandmother ellen's baby brother edgar. my uncle ed was a pretty cool guy; loud, friendly, outspoken. i guess that's just our way. he died tuesday during a routine dialysis treatment. he will definitely be missed. tonight i sat contemplating whether...
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my mind clicks in ways i can't explain. happy new year. today, i was coming back into my room from a field trip to the laundry room when i actually looked down and noticed this rug that's been on my floor for years. my actual carpet is pink, but because i'm prone to spill things and don...
God’s Gift: a rant about marriage part 1 (originally published
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when i was 12, i wanted to get married and have 5 children. i thought being in a family was the most awesome thing ever. not the one i was in, if you could call that a family, the one in my head. it was fabulous in my head. then i grew up a little and, the idea sta...