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God's Favorite

I was browsing the net today, perusing over the myriads of social media, pokes, tweets, pics, and posts.  Smh at many of the #wittypunchlines  and #LookatwhatIgotnow, #hatersgonhate posts that paraded themselves across my various timelines.  The bold braggarts for the most part irritated me until I saw the complimentary, "#ThankyouJesus", "#PraiseGod", "#GodisGood", "#PeacebeuntoAllah", and user names like, GoddessIsisMaatMawuGoldenlife that followed many of these same supercilious updates. Then

Chasitie

Chasitie

 

After Earth

The reviews, most of them anyway, have been terrible.  However, I am not sure what movie the so-called critics were watching, furthermore, what the agenda is for the heavy-handed upbraiding towards Hollywood's Golden Boy.  For twenty years now, Will Smith has made us laugh at and cheer for his corny relatable nature with aliens and otherworldly cinematic endeavors.  Even more, he has proven himself a cash cow, unbeatable in first week movie ticket sales for what is for some, 18 years of child su

Chasitie

Chasitie

 

oldie but goodie- I.D.O.E.M.

Have you ever watched a television show or movie with a kid?  I urge you to try it sometimes because they do this really magical thing where they point at the screen and replace their real lives with that of the character they are watching.   Its fascinating to watch them excitedly exclaim, "I'm him/her", or "you him/her", and even more fascinating how easily it is to forget that once upon a time we did that too.      I think that is why Hip Hop will never die, no matter how ignorant, murdero

Chasitie

Chasitie

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BETTERING AMERICAN POETRY ANTHOLOGY entry

Title:Harlem - June to November 2015 I am a child to Earth living side my peer, in a concentration in a night, I see... not from the Sun, many moon, shining ... many voice yell in the sky no horn or four horseman ride remind, a faint glimpse to a god kicking a free moon by know why, not I Out from the quiet Harlem Where the trees recall yesterday South from the modern Where the lights shine away... from the old song in the street Is a raccoon family Waiting fo

richardmurray

richardmurray

 

Why Did Michael Brown Commit Suicide By Cop?

Based on the actions Darren Wilson said Michael Brown took, Michael Brown committed suicide by cop. If Wilson's story is truthful, why did Michael Brown commit suicide by cop? Was Michael Brown suicidal? Did Michael Brown have a history of mental illness? Was Michael Brown suffering from depression? I ask these questions because they would explain Brown's actions on that tragic day. I just can't imagine a young black man attacking a cop, attempting to disarm him, telling the co

C.L.Swayzer

C.L.Swayzer

 

The Master''s Legacy

The Master's Legacy. A slave Novel and civil war novel. Are people still interested in reading of the antebellum days in Georgia? How does one educated slaves against Georgian laws? I started the research. I had to ask the following questions as I began. Did the Georgian planters free their slaves? What if one of their sons/kin intermarried into the slave race unknowingly? What if fate or destiny led one to help the slaves despite their social convictions to society? Can you write a slave novel

DC Brownlow

DC Brownlow

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And So It Goes

Peace, what is it? Peace, where is it? Found sitting on the corner block of yesterday's memories. Ocean water rapid moves of thoughts that say much of nothing. The sun can only shine when the sky is blue, really? So it goes to say that underneath the stones of faces marked with dispare, marked with the etchings of time lost. Peace, found it in the middle of the rain soaked filters of urban bliss. Inside that passion is the peace twisted with north winds blowing south. Stretching upw

Nubian Writer

Nubian Writer

 

Remember

Be still! "pop" the comb connects with my small fingers in an attempt to keep my hands from getting burned by the prssing comb. Long, thick, black hair and I hated Saturdays. This day represented hair day in the house. You see momma did not spend money on things she could do herself. This is the day momma got us back for all the wrong we had done during the week, I am sure of it. Smoke, heat, and the constent sizzle of that pressing comb connecting with my hair and vaseline. Looking back on

Nubian Writer

Nubian Writer

 

Calling Down Fire

When the disciples James and John saw this, they said, “Lord, do You want us to call down fire from heaven to consume them?”—Luke 9:54 James and John were called the “Sons of Thunder.” When they discovered a Samaritan village that would not receive Jesus, they were fully prepared to call down fire to consume the entire community! Perhaps they felt that through such a show of power, their gospel message might be enhanced. The two brothers were willing to sacrifice the lives of the

Nubian Writer

Nubian Writer

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