Blakes

“What’s poppin? Don’t mind me just watchin” Eyes on her since she walked in Often seen as a sex object. a new prospect. Wondering when she gonna drop dat They say “Shawty…got…a…big…ol…butt” They thirsty Harassing the girl on her fitness journey Blurting out things like … Continue readingObjectified

Life Is A Stage Play

Ode To A Teacher

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Undress yourself

That’s a good boy

I’ve heard it my whole life. “You’re not like the other ones you’re different. Friendly, well spoke, a real go getter.” But subconsciously and maybe unknowingly what they’re really saying is “You’re not like those other Niggers.”

Angelic Love

The time stream is relentless as it erodes a path through our lives. An unforgiving torrent that brittles the bones and loosens the skin. A Styx that floods its banks to turn youthful fields gray. But there is a love that survives that aged assault. … Continue readingAngelic Love

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Author: Blakes

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