Although this man spoke pure fluent ghetto, she liked his spirit. She could tell he was attracted to her, and that he was being ever careful with his words.
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But believe it or not, I really do like to read. I don't think anyone can ever pull the wool over your eyes if you stay prayed up and read. Frederick Douglass said that no man can be a slave if he has knowledge.
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Wrote my way out of the hood.. Thought my way out of poverty! Don't tell me that knowledge isn't power. Education changes everything.
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All those other girls are cake..I'm Crème brûlée.. Tiramisu, if you will. Just a few notches above.
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I will Basquiat the canvas of your body like a Broadway Junction walland Gordon Parks you for those dark midnights when your scent fades.
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Do little things every day that no one else seems to want to do, be patient, and success will find you.
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The greatest minds are like film, they take the negatives and develop themselves in darkness..
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When the door to my writing chamber gasps shut and the almost imperceptible sigh of a rose petal falls on my desk, I know that my muse is present.
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He was miles past middle age with a gut that housed ample good meals. A patch of silver hair formed a trail from his forehead to the crown of his head where it dead ended with male pattern baldness. A sea of family photos took up residence on his desk. He sat back in a high-back leather swivel chair. Steepled hands. Robert Last Boots in Cognac Cordovan. Blue collar city worker with prestigious white collar dreams.
When I'm drunk with feeling and nature is drinking from my lips and we reflect each other in our atmospheres, then my words come effortlessly and my fingers go into labor.. Day or night.
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Raw Living: Picking blackberries, beneath late afternoon sun; a sunset reminiscent of watermelon sangria, as the scent of honeysuckle accosts me and the ducks waddle into the lake. Thanking Mama Nature for her abundance. Loving this candied-sweet southern life.
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Unapologetically smitten with thunderstorms.. The thought of rough sex beneath an acid washed moon and hydrated stars..
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On Slavery: The saddest slap in the face is we have NO monument, no real statues or memorials, no special day of Atonement or Remembrance (NOT ONE), no thanks for 400 years of free labor, forced servitude across the Trans-Atlantic, ass beatings, buying ourselves and families out of slavery, rape and plunder.. But everyone else has monuments, special museums, and even movies. This is what America thinks of black people, so-called black president and all, who has been largely silent on this subject.. We'll even celebrate Leprechauns, Easter Bunnies, and Secretary's Day before we acknowledge our history.
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