Shouta looked at the rest of the group and they looked at him in awe. Ekundayo walked over to him. "That was amazing, when will we see them again?" "You'll know by the sound they make when they come into battle," Shouta replied, smiling at Ekundayo. When they broke free of the forest, the sun … Continue reading Drive By
It was months before Horne's radio was fixed. It was months of Charger showing the older kids the underground tunnels of Plastic Beach. It was months of letting young folk know what was going on on this planet. Charger's numbers grew. Aya was in charge of helping folk with fighting, Ron led a small crew … Continue reading Work
Heels clicked on the sidewalk. "I can't stay late," they said, stuffing their hands in their jacket pockets. "Okaaaaaay, I get ittttt," their friend said, fixing her hair and adjusting her shirt. When they moved up the walkway to the house party, they looked at the time on their phone. 9:43. It was barely getting started. … Continue reading Midnight
So, Flying Lotus made some... Remarks that every survivor of sexual assault, harassment and rape has heard, be it in passing or in their face. "They lied." Flying Lotus has been a big part of my musical express for the past decade. The album You're Dead has a lot of significance on how we both … Continue reading Breaking Up With Musicians: The Worst Heartbreak
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She sits inside Her corpse curled up Left in my body Festering She sits in my body Like the closet she died in
The sun started to set behind the cliff, causing the small city of Mountain's Shadow to be engulfed in early darkness. Candles slowly started to line the carved out red rock windows of the apartments, the residents slowly leaving them, each of them grasping their own candle to their person. They were clad in robes … Continue reading Mountain’s Shadow
A sliver of sunlight came through a crack in the wall the guards call a "window". This window was the size of a small child's arm and only let in small gusts of hot air, the smell of horse shit and little drizzles of rain water during the stormy season. Four or five people sat … Continue reading Potentate.
I stay in my head Because it's the only place Where I'm allowed to be me Unconditionally I talk to myself Argue with myself Get different opinions About myself
It’s weird how “oh he was just a cop” “oh he’s just military” is what comes up when talking about black people and their professions, but when white people bring up their own family members who were in those positions, there’s bumper stickers, t-shirts, family get togethers based on that profession, even if they only went to boot camp/the academy. A black person could have several medals, badges, ranks, and white people would still just scoff and complain about them “bragging”.