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
Harlem Inner City Blues: Random Thoughts 