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TRUTH III….. (THE CONFESSION)

TRUTH III….. (THE CONFESSION)

The house was quiet. John was in the gym downstairs and sarah had just woken up from her mid day rest. She longed for what to do roaming around the house. John was a freak for ancient African art. He had wooden sculptures as well as the famous Nok head sculptures. But he wasn’t an…

Truth II

Truth II

She looked so beautiful, I could tell she had alot on her mind. I could tell from the way she flinched her eyes as she was asleep. But, deep down I knew I never deserved a pure soul as she. But what could I do, the devil had fallen I love. The wrongs I had…

I SIT AND SEW

I SIT AND SEW

BY ALICE MOORE DUNBAR-NELSON I sit and sew—a useless task it seems,My hands grown tired, my head weighed down with dreams—The panoply of war, the martial tred of men,Grim-faced, stern-eyed, gazing beyond the kenOf lesser souls, whose eyes have not seen Death,Nor learned to hold their lives but as a breath—But—I must sit and sew….

TRUTH

TRUTH

John is a handsome man. The funny part about this was that he knew he was. But he never cared about it. A lot of women would die to have him, not just because he was handsome but because he was financially buoyant. John came from a very well known family. He was the only…

Tales

Tales

Hey guys, I’m going to be laying down a few things and if you agree or differ leave your comments at the box below: Is it just me or are jokes kinda like a gifted thing. The other day I went Online to like browse about some jokes soo I could make my friends laugh…

A Litany for Survival

A Litany for Survival

BY AUDRE LORDE For those of us who live at the shorelinestanding upon the constant edges of decisioncrucial and alonefor those of us who cannot indulgethe passing dreams of choicewho love in doorways coming and goingin the hours between dawnslooking inward and outwardat once before and afterseeking a now that can breedfutureslike bread in our…