Month: January 2017


A chasm.

A universe before our eyes. A mistake we cannot revise. Water that will never freeze in the desert heat of night. A truth that will not restore trust or count as truth. The loss of ever seeing night or day, because you are hemmed up like Samson: caged; eyes plucked out; night and day’s sounds muted; vulnerable you are and vulnerable you will be; when is parole in this life sentence?

Night laughs. Day cries.

“No, I was not like David and sent a man to die”
“No, I was not like Martin Luther King Jr. and stressed out of this world.”
“No, I did not resist gravity as I was pulled in.”
“Yes, a man does perish without vision.”
“Yes, a black man mostly die in two places: in streets, on stages, balconies, and in sheets.”

“Woe unto me; for I am a man of unclean lips.”

Honesty reaches ceilingless and core.

Don’t Count Me Out

Ladies and Gentlemen,

What song(s) can you think of that conveys the theme of “Don’t Count Me Out!” These can be songs we have grown up with or new songs that we have heard on the radio, vocal or instrumental.

I would love to hear from you. And if you are brave enough,  write a couple of sentences of how that song falls under our “Don’t Count Me Out” theme as a reply to this entry.

Here is an example of what I’m looking for:

“Aint to Proud to Beg” by The Temptations

Why? Because the man in that song has humbled himself to recognize what he has in his lady, don’t count a man out who is “ain’t to proud to beg.”

Much Luv

Lee Clark Allen

Now that I’m 28…

So…back in high school I use to write a lot of poetry because of my anger issues. It was a way of expressing myself instead of acting out. At the age of 18 I wrote a poem called “Now that I’m 18.” Which was about me finally graduating high school and being able to move out of my parents house. As a teenager I bumped heads with my mom like most teens do and at the time I was ready to get out of the house and go to college. At the time I did not feel wanted nor did I think my mom really cared about me. I was in my feelings about the lack of support at basketball games, when most of my teammates moms would be in attendance for every game. I was tired of her nagging and bickering about every little thing I did, it all seemed like I could do no right, and the poem I wrote expressed all of my that and more.

Now that I am a father and have my own family, I have come to realize that what I though could not have been further from the truth. Here is something to my mother entitled “Now that I’m 28″…

Now that I’m 28 and a father I realized the everyday struggle you dealt with raising me.

The constant visits to my school when I would get in trouble and the non stop butt whippings I seemed to get weekly.

Now that I’m 28 I understand how you could wake up every morning at 4:30 a.m. work until 3:30 p.m. come home cook for and clean up behind 3 kids and not be able to make it to my game because you are so exhausted.

Now that I’m 28 I understand why you were so hard on me about every little thing,  you were just preparing me for manhood because as a black man in today’s world there is no room for error. I learned that being in your household because you did not let anything slide.

Now that I’m 28 with kids I understand that sometimes your kids do get on your nerves and every parents’ patience runs out but the love that you give your children should always be unconditional and I learned that from you.

Now that I’m 28 I understand why everything happened the way it did. The moral is, teenagers, you may not under why your parents do what they do,but know and trust that they have your best interest at heart. It might be 5-10 years before you realize it but they are just trying to mold you into something better than themselves.

I love you mom and I appreciate her guidance.

Toni Phroze