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I’ve come a long way from the young man… who was told:
“You little Black Boys are nothing, but hoodlums in training… at best!”
Decades later… my prose… circulates around the world, touching souls and opening lanes of purpose – leaving me equal parts humbled and honored.
Eyes on us
All eyes on… us.As the only oneswho can save us,is us…as cries to Sky Daddyare unheralded…as knees bendto despotswith swollen anklesand bad english,by way of indistinguishedladies and gentlemenwho don’t servethe people…instead,they give almsto mammon…while ignoringtheir poets,even the oft quoted…I wrote this ina flourish,so that it will echo,hello?as I repeat,the only oneswho can save us,is us…but…

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Shun P. Writes –
