Short Stories

Different Shades of Black.

He sat at the bar with his buddies, hovering over a watered-down shot of patron he’s been taking sips of all night. His friends were taking shot after shot after shot, but he was working on the same shot and bottle of beer all night. She didn’t like him to drink. She was supposed to… Continue reading Different Shades of Black.

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Short Stories

Black-handed

He stared at me, hidden and protected by all the dropped heads looking at their phones in the crowd. He looked like an officer, but most white men do to me. He had a gun snuggling against his hip though. But he didn’t have a uniform on, just a faded shirt that said FBI: Female… Continue reading Black-handed

Lists

55 Songs On My Summer Playlist

With summer here and every artist battling to have the number one song of the summer, I decided to make a list of the songs I have been playing on repeat and will be  my summer anthems. Billboard always makes their lists of summer songs, so I decided to make my own personal one. Some… Continue reading 55 Songs On My Summer Playlist

Short Stories

Black and White.

Black. Black. Black. Black. Black. Six bodies of black hanging against the wall. Dirty eye sores in a world of clean skin. Blackness–creeping up on me like a robber under the night sky. I can’t see myself in the whiteboards, because I see all of the black smudges that people have tried to erase. That… Continue reading Black and White.

A Day In My Life, My Opinions

Stand Up for Every “Poussey” in the World.

I had to "hike" in the heat to see Poussey and snap a picture, but glad I got to see this temporary gem located on Sansom and Pacific here in San Francisco. It's beautiful, amazing, AND important. We need to stand up for all the bodies that have dropped at the hand of a power-desperate… Continue reading Stand Up for Every “Poussey” in the World.

My Poetry, Short Stories

Death and Decaying.

First, she lost the waves of strawberry blonde that ended at her waist. Then she lost her mouthwatering skin, a bright and throbbing red like a bed of ripe and ready strawberries in a strawberry field. She used to have a tasty, round figure that everyone would drool over, but now she’s dry, with off-black… Continue reading Death and Decaying.

Short Stories

Nine Lives.

Today I am Samantha, and it is my twenty-first birthday. Well, according to this ID and credit card that’s my life. I go down to Denny’s for a free breakfast. The waiter asks to see my ID because he swears up and down that he saw me in here last week. Last week I was… Continue reading Nine Lives.

Lists, My Opinions

Get Out: Leaving the Theater with a Numb Body and Jumping Mind.

I finally made it to see Get Out last night, and wow. It was such an amazing movie. It was so deep, chilling, and thought-provoking.  Living in San Francisco, you are always going to be in a theater full of white people, but it was such an interesting experience watching this movie in particular with… Continue reading Get Out: Leaving the Theater with a Numb Body and Jumping Mind.

A Day In My Life, Muni Chronicles

Muni Chronicles: The Man with the Bad Pancreas.

San Francisco is a public transportation friendly city. I don't know how to drive, but even if I did I would still ride the buses, the monorails, the trains, the trolleys, and the cable cars because it is simply so much easier to get around! Plus, you save a lot on parking prices. With public… Continue reading Muni Chronicles: The Man with the Bad Pancreas.