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In The Beginning...
In The Beginning…
He watched her sleep thinking that it would be the last time he would ever see her face. This little girl he had spent four years raising as his own would have a hard road ahead of her, but he couldn’t stay to watch it. He just couldn’t raise her to be a sacrifice. Running away with her wouldn’t work, they would find them wherever they went. He was breaking a promise he had made many lifetimes…
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Chapter One
They were doing a shit job of leading her down the stairs to wherever they were taking her. The black hood over her head didn’t afford Neema any way of seeing where her feet were landing, so she tripped over them a few times before they reached the end of their descent. She focused on the sound of her boots as they hit the wet ground below them. Each step seemed louder than the first, maybe it…
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This happened last night at UVA-Charlottesville. They left their sheets and hoods at home and opted for polo shirts, khakis pants, and Walmart tiki torches but make no mistake these are Nazis and klansmen. This is what hate looks like, different faces, but the same thing our parents and grandparents saw and hoped we would never see. This is what Trump and Jeff Sessions and the rest of the crime syndicate in the white house has emboldened. This is on what side Omarosa, Ben Carson, David Clarke and others choose to stand for some change and a pat on the head. This is what hate and delusion looks like. This is imagined superiority, faux victimhood, a performance by people whose dust will have more value than them. #blacklivesmatter #resist ✊🏾 P.S. In all the pictures I saw, there were no police in riot gear, with dogs or tanks like we saw during peaceful protests by Black people with their hands up and cardboard signs. Amerikkka.
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#XD30 - Fourteen - Returns
#XD30 – Fourteen – Returns
Zania looked at the ring on her finger and wondered why it felt so heavy there. She looked across the table at him and the smile that beamed back at her made the room seem smaller. It came to her, she had been going through the motions of living a life that she didn’t belong in. She loved the idea of him, but the reality felt like unnecessary weight. She thought of all the possible paths she…
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#XD30 - Thirteen -
#XD30 – Thirteen –
I am my father’s daughter. I am my mother’s daughter too. An earth and water sign loved each other long enough to make someone so much like the both of them that most times they were equally in awe and frustrated. I strived to be more like my mother and nothing like my father. Our relationships were admiration on one side and a tug of war on the other. It took me years to understand my father…
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#XD30 - Eight - Anila
#XD30 – Eight – Anila
She watched him get dressed as she lay half covered on the bed. She liked watching him do everything, it was like art in motion to her. He turned around and smiled as he buttoned the last button on the crisp white dress shirt that had just been on the floor moments earlier. There was a world outside they had to get back to. Anila took it all in because she figured it would be the last time in a…
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How have I not heard of her before?! She deserves all the credit.
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