it's all done & said.

I have finally completed my latest book, & the feeling of relief has arrived to hopefully stay a while. I'm finished. What I mean by 'finished' is that I will not be adding anything else to this collection. All of the writing that's been weighing me down has been expelled from my shell just in the nick of time. It truly felt like I was dying, carrying it all around. And of course I'm dying 24 hours more every day,  even when I'm feeling immortal, but death feels much more rapid when I'm analyzing. Thank you to every pair of eyes that have taken the time to read anything that I ever decided to write. It meant the world to me, as I unraveled & re-bound myself in front of you, in hopes of making even the slightest positive dent in this world. 

I would be remiss if I didn't publicly say thank you to my lady, as she is easily my biggest supporter. She's also the first set of eyes that I feel the final product has to pass positively. I also have to take the time to thank my friends & loved ones for helping me, with all three books, as I would tend to send them pieces for feedback/critique, or just share ideas with them. While I may or may not utilize said critique, it is always more than helpful. Also, I have to give a grand thank you & round of applause to the creator of the last two covers, Myla, who can be found at Finally, thank you. No matter the size, I do not have an audience without you.

Ready To Die (a "Hate Me Now" story)

Born to the sound of my momma's cries

At a disadvantage the moment I opened my eyes

I am Ready to Die.

Living as the enemy in a war that I didn't even know had begun

Being profiled as being more hesitant to flash a smile than a gun

Being isolated as vile, so there isn't an ally to which I can run

I am Ready to Die.

So I'm stuck here.

As the one not to be trusted

The one who should be feared

But at every turn reminded

That I am a nigger even if they were blinded....

And I am powerless.

Powerless to save myself

Powerless to save myself

Powerless to save myself,

If they REALLY want me dead, they will make it happen

....or just throw me in the box & give me one hundred years.

I am Ready to Die.

Shit looks grim, right?

So should I them a favor

Lie down in traffic

Jump off of a cliff

Look in the mirror and pull the trigger, right?

Or better yet, go on a rampage & take some more of those niggers with me, "yeah"?

Man fuck that.

I'ma make these assholes sick

I'ma make these bitches mad

I'ma have the weight of the hatin' ass world on my shoulders,

& walk like my theme music was made personally by God himself.

I'ma make these haters love me to the point where they start trying to become me.

I'ma make their parents have "that talk" about how they need to quit listening to my dope ass music, need to stop dressing like they have fashion sense, need to stop doing shit that all normal kids do but since some niggas were seen doing it, it's been re-christened a sin.

(And it's not going to be explained that way, but fuck them anyway.)

My job from now, until I get out of this shit ass "life" that you have created is to live like I don't give a fuck about what the so-called "better thans" feel or think of me. They think I'm here to be their self-esteem boost on gloomy days, (which, in reality is what I like to call "damn, I'm not the ruler of this planet like I thought that I was. Only 87% of things went my way today!") but I'm not. I'm here to make you hate me, get to know me & love me, then be reminded by your peers that you're "better than that" & hate me again. You're Ready for me to Die?

Fuck you. Here's my grin.


On Race, Sexuality & Responsibility

So that the intent of this is not confused or potentially lost in translation, this is not a "woe is ____" entry. Instead, it is merely another attempted thrown stone at the glass house of racism, bigotry, & the complete lack of understanding and basic sympathy that some people seem content to reside in.

It appears painfully obvious that not much has changed in regards to human relations and interactions in this country. Perhaps this is a global-sized epidemic, but I can only speak on what I have witnessed up close, with my own eyes and skin. I have mulled over one seemingly simple question for over the past decade of my adult life, and never could seem to come to a concise answer that would best sum up a nation-wide sentiment:


How does it feel to be a 'Black' man?


Well, I finally have an answer, after working for managers who wake up with a cup of White supremacy every morning, after serving overseas in the military side by side with good ol' country boys whom apparently have never encountered a Black man who both fully enunciated his words and looked said country boys in the eyes while speaking to them, after being arrested for "jay walking" and being accused as a drug dealer (even after having all of the contents of my pockets emptied & having to tell police exactly how much money that I had in my possession, and why), only to be released when they stumbled across my military ID. How does it feel to be a 'Black' man? Exhausting. It is exhausting to constantly be seen as a threat by people whom you have zero personal history of threatening, and very little cultural history of threatening. It is exhausting to be stricken with an indescribable fear when a police car pulls behind you - seat belt already fastened, license and registration intact, music already at 'non-threatening' levels. It is exhausting to see and hear so-called representations of your culture on television and radio, all shucking and jiving and thugging and pimping, all of the time. Commercials, movies, (promoted) music, etc. It is exhausting to have to hear so-called game plans from people who have long ago turned off their emotions, as they tell you "you've got to just learn how to play the game, youngster", as if playing the game how society wants you to play it won't simply lead to the same cycle being repeated. It is exhausting because broken homes are looked at as the cause of problems, instead of the result of problems. The disproportion in the race percentages that are jailed is a problem. The promoted image of what a Black person looks like, stands for, is capable of, is a problem. Those mentalities that buy into the projections by the media (on all fronts, in all races) are a problem. Those mentalities that buy into the fallacy that racism has long since evaporated, like some cup of water that was left outdoors on a typical Arizona afternoon, are a problem. The large-scale problem of racism in this country has so many layers to it, that the large problem appears to no longer exist. False. 

The focus on LGBT issues is a very necessary one, as well. Oddly enough, the shift in focus was an attempted "hot shot" topic by the media, to take the eyes off of the ever-present race issue, despite the similarities in both general disdain and ignorance/lack of willingness to understand being just as prevalent, if not more. In fact, the disdain and ignorance is more prevalent, because amongst those that promote an undeserved hatred towards the LGBT are people who are very familiar with how it feels to be treated like they have a contagious disease simply because they exist, treated like they are less than human, treated like they have to keep quiet as they go about life, in hopes of not disrupting the supposed "natural order" of things. Here's looking at you, Black community. Just as we do not wish to be looked at as people who are going to rob every single White person within a 50 foot radius, a person whose sexual orientation is homosexual does not wish to be looked at as someone who is going to harass every single person of the same sex within a 50 foot radius. Will it take something as ridiculous as some cherry lovers harassing, shooting & beating to death strawberry lovers for some to get the picture? Perhaps. 

Point being, whether you're of the opinion that people choose their sexual orientation or you believe that they are born that way, we as humans are all different. Nobody should have to go through life feeling like they are being ostracized by society, or are wearing a target on their back for simply stepping outside as who they are. Maybe these words mean nothing to you. Maybe they mean the world. I just hope that some type of basic human compassion can be reached so that we can finally get to the point of being able to live with each other. For as long as this planet has been inhabited, as long as humans have existed...we have done nothing more than do exactly that: exist.

It's time that we start to live with ourselves and each other.