The sky was black. And the ocean was black. And I was surfing among the waves. Then I looked over, there was a guy on the boardwalk with a ponytail like a short and skinny palm tree on the top of his half-shaved head. We were the only ones near the water. That's probably why… Continue reading Hell Games
Heavenly wore a green thong on the stage each night. She loved the way it matched her eyes, gave her chocolate skin a glow, and signaled a green light for the men in the audience. But more importantly, she loved the way it matched her favorite thing–money, honey. And she made a lot of it.… Continue reading Dollar Bills.
I thought I had to take a break from book thrifting and used book sales for the summer since I left San Francisco. But, today accompanying my sister on a trip to the Salvation Army and Goodwill for a retro bomber jacket for a 90s party this weekend, I stumbled upon an amazing book deal.… Continue reading Adventures of a Bookworm: Monday Gains!
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
April 18, 2014–a month before high school graduation and a few months before beginning my college journey– was the day I was given the key to the lock on my dreams. But, it all started a little before that... It all started in a small AP Literature class full of anxious seniors at South Mountain… Continue reading Happy Anniversary, Dreams.
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.
John Lennon said, count your age by friends, not years; count your life by smiles, not tears. I agree not to put a numeric value on age, but instead of smiles and tears, I count my years a little differently. Here’s how: By my crush on Justin Bieber–it has become weak over the years, although… Continue reading How I Count My Years
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.
I just uploaded my first video to YouTube! A short poem I wrote inspired by Ta-Nehisi Coates and his book Between the World and Me. Please watch and share! I am also a victim to my allergies right now, so my voice may sound stuffy and low (I apologize). But i wanted to stick to… Continue reading How to Commit a Crime (Video)
I was going to post this at midnight last night, but trying to frantically post to all of my social media accounts (and I still think I forgot Twitter) I decided anytime January 1st would be fine. Haha. So, happy new year to all my readers! I hope 2017 is your best year yet.… Continue reading Happy New Year Readers!