Harlem Swag: The Movement
Feeling down, tired or worthless? As the shadows overwhelm the light, self medication may start off as recreational but then it gets real in the battlefield when depression sets in. … Continue reading A Diary of A Single Man: It, Be Calling Me
Random Fragmented Thoughts All life sprang forth out of darkness. For I am she, folded over herself. Inside the mind of Frankenstein when viewing a Rib… It was the first … Continue reading A Diary of A Single Man: Rib of Life
There was a time when I envisioned life turning out differently. As I look back and reflect. Life revealed itself exactly the way it was meant to be. A Diary … Continue reading A Diary of A Single Man: Being Thankful