I watched the Amber Guyger trial with trepidation. She stood in the courtroom charged with the murder of an unarmed Black man in his apartment. He was eating ice cream and watching t.v on the sofa he probably lounged on countless times. Never once I bet it entered his mind, he would die in his apartment at the hands of a Dallas police officer.

If he were shot at a routine traffic stop, the world would gasp and say not again. However, no one expected a Black man to die sitting in his own home. …

He was born with blues in his soul
Abandoned and alone
A story was written
Bleeding out his pain
Through a pen

Realism stoked the black and white
Reality of being black
Punching you in the face
Yet his growls were laced with grace
He gave us a taste of the street on his terms

His verses cried out truth
Facts that hit like ghetto jackhammers
Making you wave your hands
While holding back tears
As you saw the Dark Man’s blues

Prayers spoken from a flawed man’s lips
Whose wings seemed broken
But only hidden until God made the call
We all…

I ask you, Chauvin, what if you were George Floyd. What if you drove your vehicle on a warm Memorial Day to the local corner store to pick up some holiday drinks? Millions of American’s did something similar that same day. They went to the store to grab a six-pack of beer or an extra pack of hotdogs for the backyard barbeque. However, unlike George Floyd, they returned home healthy and alive.

Is your life worth more than a counterfeit 20 dollar bill? I bet Derek Chavin you would say yes. It seems that a black man’s life was worth…

I’ve walked into many classrooms in my 23 years of teaching. All types of children of various races I’ve taught in three different states. Whenever I enter a classroom, the student doesn’t know me. I am a stranger, and they are a stranger to me.

I gaze across the apprehensive faces and wonder what discoveries we can make together. I introduce myself and give a few personal facts. I try and break the ice, but it’s difficult. Kids today go through so much, and where I work, they have more trouble than most. I work in a juvenile detention center…

It didn't work in the '80s and definitely won't work now.

Last month I made 8 dollars. The month before that, it was a little over five dollars. Yes, that’s growth, but it’s similar to watching grass grow in the summer. I’ve written on Medium for over two years, and I have about 4k followers. When I first began, I believed growing a following was everything. Once I reached several thousand followers, the money would roll onto my financial shores like a tsunami. However, instead, it’s gentle lapping at the shore that pays for my Medium subscription.

I don’t know why my work never receives large amounts of fans or claps…

Mitch McConnell is a liar and hypocrite. He led the United States Senate for four years and protected a misogynistic, racist, homophobic, and xenophobic president from being convicted twice. The precedent is set that at all costs, we must protect white supremacy in this nation. It proves that integrity and honesty are out the window when it comes to this nation’s seat of government. The idea that Mitch believes he can stand at the people's podium and attempt to hold the former president accountable is ridiculous. …

LOVE ONE ANOTHER

In recent months I’ve begun to contemplate why we as African Americans continue to persevere and fight for a country that never seems to offer love in return. We fight because we love our fellow Americans. We’ve sacrificed blood, flesh, and tears so we can enjoy the whole fruits of justice. The stories of our past and current leaders tell the story of why we love our country's people so immensely.

During the Boston Massacre, Crispus Attucks was one of the first to die. A runaway slave who was a seaman and a rope maker, he attacked the British soldiers…