Writing Gallery

Stop asking fools for acceptance when they are the ones who need guidance     Originally published in “Spit Fire”

First of all I’m tall Face strong Real different huh Speak my mind But that ain’t how they want me to be Stressin’ but ain’t nothing progressing But that ain’t how life’s supposed to be Everybody wants me to be this, be that But that’s not what it’s gonna be!

The tiger He destroyed his cage Yes YES The tiger is out   Originally published in “They’re Singing a Song in Their Rocket” and “You Will Be Able to Say a Thousand Words”

In my city, Washington D.C., the buildings that crowd our streets are often colored. They have been, at times, temporarily decorated in the bright colors of Shepard Fairey’s famous stencil of President Obama; or otherwise come to be part of the very fabric of the city – John Bailey’s mural of Marilyn Monroe in Woodley Park comes to mind, as well Byron Pecks’ icon image of Duke Ellington on the True Reformer building overlooking the U-Street corridor.

My white lie got bigger and bigger. My white lie was that I ate the last cookie and said that somebody ate it.

My Brown mansion is Brown as it can be