My battle against Covid19
My oxygen level was at 60,
I felt as if I was going to have a stroke.
I saw death
I felt the demons, betting on my soul.
They circled me like hunger vultures
Then a friend called me and said,
“Fight back, don’t let them win. Just pray…
Standing on the porch, across from the Blue Ribbon factory,
up on the Ave,
I am, free as a bird, watching the cars go by.
The rush hour crowd is put on pause, as it waits for the light at the corner to
They seem so lonely,
But are trying…
The death of George Floyd is really terrifying, but what is worst, is people watched it, filmed it, and did nothing. This is like a Turkish cartoon that I saw, where a couple sees a house on fire and the husband asks the wife, “Did you call the fire department…
For my small, but magnificent group of followers and editors, commenters and clappers. I just wanted to write a note of thanks. For those who gave me a boost by with your claps, your highlights, and especially your comments, I must say a long overdue, Thank You ❤. …
I guess you can tell from my picture that I am …… fill in the blanks. It’s ok. I don’t mind. Now, let me tell you the real deal.
I didn’t drink coffee until I was 26 years old, I am a mother of two girls and two boys. I…
It was a cold, crisp, Saturday morning. As we entered the foyer of the Waverly, then, we stopped, looked at each other, and smiled in awe.
Forget about the red carpet-this was dyed in Black.
The women standing in front of us were fine and fabulous. They were all done…
I had the idea to write this even before I read, “Black Love is Not Dead,” by Q U I N T E S S A, as a continuation of my homework for the tackling writers’ block, workshop given by Jolie A. Doggett. Yet, it was her piece that got…
I do a lot of things to avoid writing. I watch movies, clean the house, lay around, stare at my phone until my eyes have gone square, etc. etc. I am sure you do too.
Com’on, be honest.
It happens to everyone.
You get an idea and puff, it’s gone…
“Black people owned White slaves in 17th century America, all races lived together in harmony.” — Will Shetterly
I asked how does this matters today, but I didn’t get a clear answer. …
Dear heart, where are you? l miss your smile.
Your hand holding my, saying, “Let me help. you.” I miss the lovely pet names you used to call me;
Canım Kardeş, Beloved Sister. My friend, My darling…❤️
How I long to hear your stories, what happened today, yesterday, last week.