Life As I See It

"See, I'm happy the man I is; and I'm proud of the man I've become...." - Logic (Man I Is) Standing by myself and reflecting on my achievements.... it's bittersweet. Not to say that I thought I couldn't; more like I thought I wouldn't: Graduate high school. Graduate college. Learn to walk again. Save money. No criminal record. No kids/estranged baby mama(s). I'm not knocking anyone who this doesn't apply to; shit happens to the best (and "worst") of us. But to grow up in a "black means bad" society where you have more enemies then angels. Where hustling is seen as anarchist method and your complexion means more than what you do. Seems like negatives are POSITIVELY easier to manifest and work towards than the legal route. And granted I've done dirt and I'm not saying that there's only one way to skin cats; but to see where I am versus where I was going is overwhelming. Besides nowadays: People don't pay attent

Butterflies Are Free To Fly! As a Black man living in San Francisco, I sometimes feel seen for who I am but oftentimes feel seen as a bug that must be squashed and swept away. This feeling is increased with the seemingly daily dwindling of Black residents in The City.  This is in stark contrast with my upbringing in Atlanta, the Black Mecca of the South, where for each hostile face that scowled at me, there were scores of beautiful brown faces that not only beamed at me but challenged me, and lifted me.  Recently, as I sat on my sunny cool San Francisco patio, I saw a number of insects going about their business in my garden. So, that prompted to call my sister 3,000 miles away to ask, “what do you think of cockroaches?”  Her immediate response was , “Ewww, I prefer seeing them on their backs with their legs in the air.”  Then I asked what she thought of butterflies.  This led into a description that included elegant, peaceful, transformed creatures that glide through the sky displayin

I'm single..... like a dollar bill..... Like a single shoe..... Like the number of sauces you get with 60 chicken nuggets..... And I gotta say that reasoning is really foul..... To be lied to every month since 2017 is mind blowing. To understand why it happened is absolutely the most difficult thing I've had to understandin my 28 years of breathing air..... I've developed an irritation at first that has become burning sensation that no amount of cream can heal. Now I have to make it through each day, with a growing amount of animosity.....

Everyone belongs to someone right? How is that decided though? By some unspoken relationship algorithm? Some planned coincidence? Through some process orchestrated by the Relationship Cabal (Relatio-uminati??) Someone should look into that last part. But the reason why I brought it up is because as a youth I was always told the cliche: There is someone for everyone . And I look back at past friends and relationships (high school esp) I went through A LOT of them. And as I look back at the Leroy's, Antonio's, Darnetta's, Seyerra's and Ta'Nisha's. I can't help but wonder: did I miss my 'lasting forever'? Granted these people are still around and I'm "grateful" for them but I'm still curious on the permanance of the bonds made..... But on the other hand I wonder if we are simply a part of the Fate sisters boredom and are subject to their whims....... Huh.......things i should really put more thought into......