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December 2003 Vol. 5 No. 12 | Submit stories, articles, letters, essays, poetry here! |
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Staring out in the direction of the fountain, my eyes met with some of the most pretty eyes I had seen on a brotha. Violet. A pretty boy. Teakwood complexion, honey cornsilk waves, and a cleft chin. He had that Malcolm from the Young and the Restless vibe going on. I smiled. He smiled back.
"I know you ain't making goo-goo eyes at that sell-out!"
"Sell-out?" I asked, half paying attention to Sharmaye, my eye candy, tennis racket thrown over his shoulder, melting out of view between one of the science buildings and the freshman dorm. [Go to first installment]
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from the porch of my suburban home I have watched hip-hop once distanced at sight --- now strolling along the lines of what defined and confines white culture security straddling the likes of p. diddy, outkast, and jay-z bedroom walls unfolding scrolls that deem tupac and notorious b.i.g. as the icons of the new allegiance my children have pledged to --- right hand on heart / off my sons and daughters go cross dressing in the street culture from head to toe By Mark Anthony Thomas Mark Anthony Thomas is the author of "As I Look" published by California-based Amazing Experiences Publishing. He lives in Atlanta, GA and works as a communications professional and a freelance writer. |
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Forever I sought to find a place of rest from my weary travels in life and God said “Peace be still.” unto my soul.It was a muffled cry no man could hear and no spirit could comprehend; like whispers slipping from my heart yet heard.Wounds that money could not fillWounds that earthy measures could not heal and words that uttered, “Peace be still”in moments rested on my breast.It was then I knew I’d see the rain yet hope and believe again I’d see the sunMy job is live my life faithfully here until my Savior calls me home. And as he reaches out for me in sight of glory I will seea place of restoration and songs like angel-singing chords I longedAnd seeking him my destination I’ll find before I even reach the heights, a reason for the cloudy days and stormy nights; heaven in his eyes.
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No Man’s SlaveI'm a modern woman I am no man’s slave I have my own career I get up in the morning Clothe and feed my kids Drop my husband off at work And Go to work myself
I do my shopping lunchtime Rush home after four Forget to pick up the kids Clean the house Do the laundry Cook supper Bathe the kids Clean the kitchen Fall asleep in the bath Then Finally goes to bed
I Wake up the next morning Repeat the whole thing For sure, I, am a modern woman. I am no man’s slave INSPIRED BY MY WORK IN GENDER VIOLENCE - LISA MCBRIDE
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i think that all this
is bull look at the facts you and me both know that r.kelly did
allot of things that he's being charged with. One thing we also
know that the girls that were involved in this they were fully
aware of what's going on and probably only thinking of money
. One question that i got is if these girls are really the age
that is being said where the parents to these girls . the parents
should be charged the same that r.kelly is because there just
as responsible this is ridculous ..
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Simply Marvelous Art About Us announces an exciting tribute to a living artist, Klytus Smith. This internationally recognized photographer has been described as "one of the top photographers of the 20th century, along with such greats as Gordon Parks. Now here in the 21st century Klytus Smith continues on chronicling important events.
Michael Clarke Duncan on the Sharon Osbourne Show |
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Images from BET Walk of Fame
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