Dear Higher Power, Greater Than Me or My God Will Kick Your God's Ass

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Dear Higher Power, Greater Than Me or My God Will Kick Your God's Ass: Middle Finga

Dear Higher Power, Greater Than Me or My God Will Kick Your God's Ass: Middle Finga: Love is not a command given to me by some outside entity. My experience has been Love, being developed, over a period of time ...

Middle Finga

Love is not a command given to me by some outside entity.

My experience has been Love, being developed,

over a period of time through inter-relationship

and mutuality.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

We corresponded thru email for a little while. She seemed pretty smart and seemed happy about speaking to me about anything that came up during our email exchanges. I thought she had some cool things about her goin on, although she really didn't say much about herself. The conversation went blindly well and although I was seeing Nancy and Stephanie whenever companionship was a question; I thought it was cool to have a total stranger to talk too regularly without any strings attached... not even a photo.
Eventually we agreed to meet one early evening in Brooklyn...

Friday, June 17, 2011

"The BoOgie"

When I felt moms tryin to explain me to my dad while I was still in her belly, I knew this life shit wasn’t gonna be no fuckin cake walk for me.

Picked on from a very early age by my brothers and sista’s, I learned how to instill fear in people,,, because for a time, I feared my brothers and sisters…

Until I started swingin back.

I felt empowered when my knuckles connected with someone’s body part… swingin for the trees with all my might and big kid weight behind my unusually large hands.

By the time I was 9 years old, I had a decent knuckle game thanks to my brother Butch who neva laid a finga on me cept when we would spar on the roof of the building or if he was showin me how to back you down on the post up. On Saturday mornins, Butch would sit on the stoop of our building, taking side bets as he'd watch me, his baby sis practice knocking-out grown men with sleeper holds in the hallway at 756 Hewitt Place….