CAN'T YOU TELL? I'M A VIRGO!

Star-gazers forecasting and predicting my astrological chart told me many years ago that my 12th House Moon revealed that WOMEN would be the cause of my self-undoing. I didn't understand that analysis for just as many years ago when it was first read, but now I know:

The key WOMEN in my life although being beneficial to my well-being, at crucial times in my life, when I needed them to step up to the plate, they FUCKED UP and left me hanging out to dry.

SCENES FROM LOWER MANHATTAN

THE AFRICAN BURIAL GROUNDS

BUT I'M NOT MAD THOUGH

I keep telling myself I don't care but somewhere deep inside of me my mother's vindictive spirit, or is it my own keeps saying one day that bitch gonna come crawling back to me like a dog returning to his vomit. Not that I'm nasty like that but that bitch gonna need me before I need her.

I keep telling myself I'm not mad but somewhere deep inside of me my mother's anger issues are boiling to the explosive level and I'm bout ready to slap the shit out of a stupid ass bitch that I placed on a pedestal that came crumbling down to the ground.

fatherhood

There  is great joy in being a father. I love my children dearly, more than anything, even though they get on my last nerves, at times and make me want to take my talents elsewhere, where I won't have to keep talking to them and repeating myself over and over again. I wish they would get it the first time around and save me my voice for something else.

But I wouldn't trade them for all the tea in China, or all the gold in Fort Knox, although I would have to think about the gold a little longer, just in case I could.

LONG LIVE THE KING...

6/25/13

The King of Pop lead a pretty sad life to me. It was very unlike a king at all. One thing it showed me was that the stigma of self-hatred truly exists among a vast majority of Black people. As a result of the evils of slavery Black people, unknown to many of them/us have suffered tremendously in their lives.

SCENES FROM DOWNTOWN BROOKLYN

 THE OLD DIME SAVINGS BANK

feet don't fail me now

6/24/13

Take the money and run as far away as you can. Don't look back. Don't even care if they ever see you again. Just go live a life away from those people who you once knew or at least thought you knew anyway. Now that you look back on it you really didn't. Now I wonder WHAT IF? What if you had just let her get taken by the boogie man? You would never have known how things turned out. It probably would have been different anyway. You the only one that shit like that happen to.