Harlem Inner City Blues: Random Thoughts
A Harlem Point Of View
He was already half in the bag when I tripped over him laying, spreaded out across the kitchen floor with a bottle of Brass Monkey wrapped in a brown paper bag sticking out his back pocket of his favorite faded blue jeans. (Come to think about it he only owned one pair). He was mumbling
The memories of a shameless lost that left a black eye and the remorseful pain that was felt is all I have which allow me to look back, discover the growth and remember a time I cherished the most. Sometimes, playing it smart may be the end of a new beginning before it starts. Shame & Remorse
When our poor choices has us playing the victim instead of reflecting and making a change. A Recipe For Failure Harlan’s golden hair blew in the air. He lived against the grain and didn’t abide by any man rules but his own. His smile was soft and angelic. He had a sexy smooth swag about himself which
I’ve left an open letter taped upon your door. I’m praying it finds you in good spirits, not thrown away onto the floor and ignored. The Choice Is Yours So, you’re grown now and nobody can tell you what to do. People can only suggest. You’re sweet like the scent of morning rain. People complement the things
Sometimes, maybe more than often many of our friends have nothing going for themselves and they tend to hold us back. Please keep in mind, you have the power to save your own life. Choose wisely. Life begins when one steps outside of their comfort zone. In this case, there’s no need to be a
When a grown ass woman calls you her boyfriend, she’s in desperate need of a “Man” and you’re not it. How the light shines too brightly and it’s real in the field but you keep it real stupid groping in the dark, in search of the reset button. This is not a game. Knowing the
When you love something so much and you can’t get enough. Sweet Secretion The symptom of her love was free flowing, enchanting and delightful Someone who had to have been heaven sent Truly, a beautiful experience to behold and cherish The taste of the Queens’ sweet secretion of nectar Became my personal delicious chosen cup
The cancer of racism imbrue our national character. It taints our moral fabric consciousness. It stains the spirit of the soul. It’s a spot. A shameful greasy spot across the face of humanity. Know your worth… Your Gift Is Special Whenever a noun Person Place or Thing Doesn’t appreciate All that you bring
Real talk baby gurl, he’s gay and it’s better to get over it now instead of crying about it later. He has gay tendencies. For the record, I don’t have any problem with the homosexual community. I don’t care if you’re gay, bi-curious, straight or just straight up different. If it works for you I’m
Over 1 million people are currently incarcerated in the American prison system. Men’s Panties Pants saggin is a mainstream jailhouse culture that has swept across America and is now considered to be a fashion statement. Every generation has it’s questionable moment in fashion. In prison or in any jail system the correction officers will take
Harlem Inner City Blues: Random Thoughts 