There is a sentiment and catch phrase that says "I'll hold you down" and another, less desirable, that says " I'll keep you down". They sound similar but voice two very different messages. The first phrase is positive.
In one scene, she was dressed from head to toe in Givenchy, stretched out over a New Orleans police car as it sinks deeper and deeper into flood waters. In another scene, she was hanging her long, gold braids out the passenger side of an El Camino
What would our societies be without physical, mental, emotional and spiritual touch? As living beings we instinctively crave connection. We feed off of it, consuming its offerings of flesh against flesh and mind against mind
"They" say that everyone is afraid of something. For some its death; for others it's life. For many it's the slow fade of an existence that never survived the struggle it faced to make that life count.
Let’s look at the following stats
We are a carefully built life force of what we have fed ourselves and have been fed throughout our time on this planet, therefore we are what we eat. Considering that,
It always happens the same way: “The Gays” (when speaking from the perspective of someone who either doesn’t know how to acknowledge the LGBTQ community the right way,
You are an artist. No? You don't agree? Everything that you have done from the moment of self-allowance and ability up to this very point in time has been a creation; a work of art formed and crafted by your mind and hands.
“I’m never getting married,” Is what I repeated over and over again between the ages of 9 and 14. I can’t for the life of me remember what it was but,
Many people around the world seek out an undesired life. Blue and white collared people routinely commute to jobs and careers that they despise each day, trading and even selling their learned skills for profit. Why? Survival.
The topic I'm writing to you about is not an uncommon one. In fact it is heavily debated about in the female sect of the African American community. However, men are a lot more focused on it now than they seemed to be in times past because in times past there never seemed to be a need among men to discuss natural hair as though it was an uncommon thing.
It started about three months ago at Jazz Fest when I ate a doughnut hole . (A doughnut hole, at a fest with one of the largest assortment of southern food ever. I know, sad right?)
What will you give me in exchange for a night with me?
Because I'll give you this body written like poetry;
Carved as though by the hands of Michelangelo himself.......
As I sit in the car at 7:48 am with my mother and her friends. I start to wonder, “Why exactly am i still in New Orleans.” The main reason is because I’m underage, and even if I could move out, I’m broke and my parents feed me. But then it hit me “Will I stay here forever?” “am i gonna die in New Orleans?”...
Hello to everyone who reads my articles. I have been thinking about the subject matter of this article for a long time. I would like to speak with you about an epidemic affecting our community. When did we become niggers to one another?
Here's a snippet of something new. This is my first time attempting to write in true New Orleans urban vernacular. So, please bear with it. It may change a little, it may change a lot. It might grow into something else, it might not. But, whatever the case, just remember you read it on here on the blog first. Here goes:
What exactly are strange encounters? I mean, I know what they are I've been writing about it for a month now. But how could one put a definition on a statement so broad. It's like defining "good food".
All power is in me
so I'm wondering if the light that's in me
is enough to light the shadows on me;
enough to blind the spotlight on me.
Alms for the poor......
As a child I grew up knowing that homelessness existed. My father and I used to take home-cooked meals my mother made and we would ride around Baltimore searching for someone to give them to but they were rarely an easy find. These days I spot people without homes practically lined up at red lights and in parks on Baltimore City's streets. I have seen both couples and individuals emaciated, depressed, hungry, angry and looking for help. More often than not they don't find it.
So, I arrive in Penn Station in Baltimore and I go to the restroom. Upon exiting the restroom, I hear a slur of profanities being thrown at a Hispanic woman and a security officer. This guy was really angry because the woman reported him to security for using the women's restroom. Now, upon immediately hearing the dispute, my first thought was, “Well, they're right. He shouldn't be going into the women's restroom”. But my own ignorance was presented to me as I walked toward the door to exit the station. I got a little closer and realized that this guy was completely innocent, because this guy wasn't a guy. He was a woman.
When things happen, why do our minds always seem to go straight to the unnatural. Recently I was speaking to a woman who told me that her dead grandmother made her power go off, and it made me wonder; why on earth do we think these thing? Why do we come to the most absurd. conclusion and stick to it.
A couple of days ago I had a conversation with Alisa Brock about Raggedy Ann dolls of all things! She mentioned them briefly and my thoughts quickly traveled back to my childhood when my sister and I both had one.
It was a Saturday afternoon, and I had nothing to do. So, like most 18 year old college students, I sat around my house until it was time to go out with my friends later that night. The afternoon was already a bit weird to me; it was a gloomy afternoon, the sun wasn't shining and it looked like rain, though the rain never came.