Those ongoing narratives of discovery – at the intersection of social media and the search for God's face.
A tome for Black Boys from a former one
In 1985…I was told that little Black Boys were “hoodlums in training… at best,” by my middle school teacher, but I side stepped this box and I grew up to become an Author, Poet and Genealogist… but not a hoodlum.
The heroism of small things as my truth didn’t fit their myth so in the box they tried to make me fit.
Do not comply, commit to fly, higher above dire straits and conscriptions to fit the description.
Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, Podcast Host, possessor of 2 cents, Blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that:
"People need to get off of their rump and do something".
All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way.
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