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[bbygrldrea]

[sistahscifi]

When you think of Nubia: The Awakening by @clarenceahaynes and @omarepps, what is one word that comes to mind? Our word is Black, like dripped in melanin, African Diasporic cultural richness!! Get your copy at your local #library. If you love it (and you will!), we have copies available signed by Omar Epps. Link in bio: @SistahScifi | www.sistahscifi.com Images reposted from @mrsj.r NUBIA: THE AWAKENING I can’t start this review without mentioning the stunning and vibrant cover that first attracted me to this book featuring the art of @yung.yemi. It’s such a magnificent image which perfectly reflects the story within its pages. This book is a Afrofuturistic YA set in a dystopian New York that has been ravaged by climate change. The rich get to live Up High and continue to thrive while those left on the ground have to fight to survive. Working extremely hard to perhaps one day have the opportunity to join them for a better way of life. This is a powerful read that weaves important issues so relevant in society today into its fantasy coming of age story. Climate change, class issues, racism, drug use and poverty are just some of the hard hitting subject matters. As the protagonists discover they have emerging extra-ordinary powers it makes them question why and how best they should use them. They discover more about their ancestral past in the hope it will empower them to fight for their futures. This is a book that will help younger generations know that their voice matters and that they have the strength in them to make a difference. . . . . . . . . . #nubiatheawakening #yadystopian #yadystopianfiction #yafantasy #yafantasyseries #comingofagebook #scifibooks #afrofuturism #scififantasy #representationmatters #yareads #yareader #bookcommunity #bookstagrammer #amreadingyafantasy #supportblackauthors #climatechangeawareness #blackpantherfans #epicsaga #dystopianfiction #bookcoverillustration #omarepps #fridayread #weekendreading #ancestralhomeland #SistahScifi @penguinrandomhouse @getunderlined @delacortepress (at Sistah Scifi) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnHhPkBLope/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[tyronetonyreed]

🔥 Your Destiny Awaits! 🔥

What would you do if you were the ONLY one who could stop a world overrun by demons? Would you run? Or would you fight?

In S.O.L.A.D.™: Soldiers of Light Against Darkness™, Kevin Edwards and Juanita Grayson are forced to answer that question when they’re thrown into a battle against unimaginable evil. Transformed into the unstoppable Angelo™ and Angeline™, they become Black superheroes tasked with saving a world consumed by darkness—demons that mirror the challenges and evils we face every day.

The clock is ticking. The Demon Master’s army is on the hunt. And these young heroes must unlock the shocking truth about their connection to the ultimate evil. Will they stand together or fall apart?

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[mackwritess]

Siren Head

Word count: 700+

A/N: Hiiii this is my first post! I already posted this on my Wattpad account but I thought it would be a good idea to expand! I hope you like it!

Three days.

It’s been three days since the sirens started.

Naturally, this led to widespread panic. Authorities rushed to stop these strange creatures before they reached densely populated areas. Conspiracy theorists around the world began their speeches at the appearance of the monster, insisting that this was nothing more than government sanctioned population control.

The odd, humanoid beings continued their slow trek to an unknown destination, their constant wails heard from miles away. They moved strangely, swaying as they walked. Their arms dangled at their sides, appearing to only be there for decoration as it seemed that these creatures could not use them. None of them had faces, donning two loudspeakers in the place where a head should have been. The only things visible were their mouths, filled with rows of teeth. What appeared to be loose wires dangled from them, their real purpose being to stun prey.

No one dared to step foot outside their homes in fear of being trampled or eaten. Desolate streets and abandoned businesses are all there was to be seen as the strange visitors continued, not being able to be stopped by any amount of fire power thrown at them to stop them dead in their tracks.

People gathered around their TVs at home, waiting to hear any news about these beings. Children clung to their parents asking if they would be okay. The elderly looked on somberly as the reporters relayed the information about the creatures they knew only as siren heads.

Had it really been thirty years already?

Most people had known that one day these monsters would return. Others either believed them to be a myth or simply didn’t think they would come back.

There were less this time around, some noted. Perhaps they were going extinct. Maybe this time would be the last.

But something about the beasts themselves was different this time around. They appeared to have no desire to feed after resurfacing like they had in the past. Instead, they merely wandered aimlessly, the piercing sound of the sirens never ceasing. Scientists kept a close eye on their activity, watching closely for any changes in their behavior.

Suddenly, they stopped.

Some in the middle of cities, others in deserts and forests, but they appeared frozen in place, as if they’d fallen asleep. Their voices could no longer be heard.

Teams of people were cautiously sent out to study them a few days after they had halted. This could be their only chance at getting so close to things that had terrorized the masses for such a long time.

The arrival of such people would only worsen their situation.

Something appeared off once they approached the sites. The creatures seemed more alert, more awake than when they had first stopped. Still, they continued forward, eager to complete their assignments and potentially make a groundbreaking discovery.

Then, the wailing began again.

No, this was much louder, and at a higher pitch than before. They were doing something, but no one quite knew what.

Again, people began to panic. The sound echoed off buildings and valleys and didn’t appear to have an end.

When the silence came again, everyone braced themselves for what they assumed would be an attack.

Days passed, and still nothing happened. It was deemed too dangerous to try to approach them so soon, and the missions were scrapped. The world was now watching, waiting for something to happen, unsure if they were ready to face what would come from this. Still, nothing.

And then the rumbling began.

An earthquake, people had assumed at first. Another natural disaster, not ideal, but not something that was a new experience. Perhaps this was the sign they had all been waiting for life to return to normal, as sick and callous as that may seem.

The seas were still disturbed, waves constant, but it had been far too long after the presumed earthquake for that to be the cause of the ocean’s unrest.

Slowly, they emerged. Hundreds, perhaps even thousands of the same monster that had made the world pause just a short while ago had broken the surface and began to make their way onto land. They were different from the first group, larger, much larger. There was no sound coming from them, save for the shaking of the ground they caused with every step they took. And much like their predecessors, they appeared to have no weakness.

No, this would not be like the last time. This time, they were here to stay.

[sffortheculture]

A huge thank you to everyone who has shown their support and purchased a copy of #TheVanguardSeries Book 1 is now 12 on the top 100 African American Science Fiction Bestsellers! If you haven't gotten a copy yet...peep game: When AI takes modern weapons technology back to the Iron Age, a woke former gang member is forced to found a post-apocalyptic kingdom creating the first Black monarchy in the Americas since the Hatian Empire, in order to save his community from annihilation in The Vanguard series! When Chessed woke up to prepare for work, he never expected his day to end in blood and triumph. When hate groups and corrupt police threaten his home, Chessed uses his love of history, fantasy books, and historical African martial arts, along with his criminal past to lead his community in battle against tyranny! If you loved books like Game of Thrones, or books like The Hunger Games, this contemporary fantasy is a must read! With action like The Witcher, and perspective like The Coldest Winter Ever, The Vanguard series is perfect for fans of Octavia Butler, Brandon Sanderson or Sarah J Maas! Penned by African American Fiction rising star Chase Bolling, this epic fantasy delivers a unique blend of romance, military fiction & sword and sorcery, to create an almost arthurian, grimdark tale of a rebellion, and nation building in the inner city! Sound dope? Check it out with the link below for interviews, free downloads and more! Maybe I can hit #1! https://linktr.ee/VanguardPromo #bookish #blackauthors #supportblackauthors #bookstagram #blackbookstagram #fantasy #postapocalypticworld #mustread #swordandsoul #Afrofuturism #sword #medievalweapons #HAMAA #blackauthorsmatter #supportblackauthors (at Bridgeport, Connecticut) https://www.instagram.com/p/CMlHLFeAbXU/?igshid=1fmqh65h2j3dn

[twisttreats]

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[goldenwoedy]

• chasing a dream and not drowning in life is a balancing act for ones whose faith won't let them sleep in mediocrity. ________________________________________ I am so surrounded by talented abd gifted people, I often see it as a sign tht I'm moving the right direction. this also gets clouded everytime I clock into my traditional ~essential~ job. there are days I am on top of the world and below me is all the possibilities waiting for me to hold them - these days are can be paired with a heavy amount of doubt and at times, lost hope. ________________________________________ you are created with a dream and a life already inside you, sometimes it just comes to the decision of if you want to take it. thank you for 600 supporters 🤎 can't wait to see us at 1k. d.d.s. . . . . . . . #blackauthors #author #poet #poems #writingcommunity #poetryofinstagram #spokenword #blackartists #poetrycommunity #poetric #writersofinstagram #blackpoet #poetrycommunity #supportblackauthors #blackwriters #drayadesoleil https://www.instagram.com/p/CGZ_aN8F0IT/?igshid=ikabiberylb1

[whitnei-writes]

Yeeeesssssss. These are some of my favorite stories. My quickies but goodies. Mostly Afro-American or Black American fiction by authors like Sandra Kitt, Eric Jerome Dickey and Marcus Major. (Judy Blume and Friday Night Lights are randomly chilling too lol.) I love me a good RnB novel!!! Books have ALWAYS been the love of my life but I’ve not always been able to afford them. My mom and aunts have passed down hundreds of titles, and their fave genre? Romance, drama, and all that schnazz. So. Here I am. The owner of a ton of lovely #BlackFiction and I’d have it no other way. I am gonna leave the Eric and Sandra out for my kid to steal early. Lol. Talented storytellers they are. 😌😂😍🥰 These books are home. I may not need them for my project, but if I did ask questions of them it oils be, how did these authors imagine humanity for their characters? How did they bring them to life? What environments did they come alive in? What do they have in common and what sets them apart from fiction by authors that are not Black? #ThisBrowneGirlReads #WellReadBlackGirl #BlackBibliophile #Bookstagram #BookLover #BookGeek #BookNerd #BookTok #BookGirlMagic #SupportBlackArt #SupportBlackAuthors #AmReading #BlackLiterature #LiteraryFiction #Romance #BookStack (at Atlanta, Georgia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CP7M_1ZrLu6/?utm_medium=tumblr

[farbackroom]

⛲THE SALORIO⛲ Idira turned on her heel and stormed out of the office. The gathered staff parted to let her pass. White hot rage threatened to blind her, but she managed to stumble to her family's private pools. This was the original grotto from which all the other man-made baths in the spa were filled. The warm spring bubbled up into a shallow bowl that spilled into a widemouth clay pipe.  The walls of the grotto wept into a natural pool that the original settlers of Brently used to cure their aliments. She stripped and flung herself into the clear water. The rage melted away as did all her fear and anxiety about the break-in and the doppleganger. There was definitely something in these waters! She remained submerged until she felt at ease, then came up for air.  #solariocircle #brentlycommons #newegland #costalenclave #resorttown  #familytraditions  #magicaltraditions #whatsyourpath  #fantasyfiction  #paranormal #supportblackauthors #amplifyblackvoices  #WritingCommunity #bookishcommunity #speculativefiction #IndieAuthor  #phillywriters  #BlackAuthors  #blackindieauthors #blackbookstagram  #blackbooks #indiereaders #bookstagram #readersofinstagram  #thefarbackroom  #workingcreative #thewritinglounge  #indieauthor #writingcommunity #darkflameproductions  (at The Heart Of North Philly ! : )) https://www.instagram.com/p/CPbsbKxLCcm/?utm_medium=tumblr

[theonlybritishbombshell]

Hump day special 😝 now get my book today 🙏🏾💕🙏🏾 REPOST, LIKE, TAG, SHARE💋💋 Follow: BritishBombshell S/C: Britishbomshell YouTube: onlybritishbombshell TikTok: britishbombshell2 @entertainmentvibes @iamsexxboogie @onlysisterpatterson . . . . #publishedauthor #support #supportblack #womenempowerment #author #newbook #supportme #allnaturalbody #vibes #supportblackauthors #queen #bosschick #British #bombshell #2021goals #relationshipadvice #datingadvice #buymybook #makingmoves #winning #womensupportingwomen #curvywomen #curvymodel #realwomen #supportblackbusiness #relationships #datingissues #published #getmybook #humpday https://www.instagram.com/p/CPVabALnmSN/?utm_medium=tumblr

[sistahscifi]

Join us April 12th as Veronica G Henry joins Sistah Scifi Wine Down Wednesday to discuss the Mambo Reina series!! Swipe left to get a sneak peek of THE QUARTER STORM, the first book in the series. Also, purchase link in bio: @sistahscifi | www.sistahscifi.com | https://sistahscifi.com/search?type=product%2Carticle%2Cpage&q=Mambo+reina. Better yet, check it out from yiu favorite #library! Today we are highlighting the NOLA Public Library @NOLALibrary! Reposted @thewordslinger THE FOREIGN EXCHANGE: Mambo Reina solved The French Quarter Murder. Now she must solve track another killer to uncover a mystery that reaches further than she can imagine. #veronicaghenry #thequarterstorm #theforeignexchange #mysterybook #supportblackauthors #blackauthorsmatter #blackreaders #readwithus #blackbibliophile #fantasybooks #womenwhoread #writersofinstagram #authorsofinstagram #bookstagram #booklover #readersofinstagram #sistahscifi #mamboreinaseries (at Sistah Scifi) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp-XxSyrprH/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[tyronetonyreed]

“You think you can defeat me, Angelo? You’ve already failed. Look at the chains binding you—your own failures, your own doubts. You are nothing, just like the rest of them.” — Despair

In S.O.L.A.D.™: Soldiers of Light Against Darkness™, Angelo faces Despair, who taunts him with his past failures. But Angelo stands strong, proclaiming, “I’m not bound by my past. I’m free... because the light frees me!” 💡

Dive deeper into today's Reed's Reads of Wisdom at https://www.tyronetonyreedjr.com/post/reed-s-reads-of-wisdom-wednesdays-angelo-faces-despair

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[mackwritess]

Scarlet Cross

Summary: When Evan is chosen to take a job interviewing a member of a small town, he’s a little disappointed. But once the secret of the town is revealed, he and the rest of the world realize that something bigger... something evil... is at work here

Word count: 2k+

Evan doesn’t understand why he had to be the one to take this job.

Really, what’s so special about a little town no one’s heard of? His boss had told him that this town had history, that it could be a really interesting news story. Evan thinks it’s just been a slow news week, and the studio needed something to fill the gaps. He doesn’t complain much, though. Work is work, and he’s been struggling for it. He’s also thankful that he was allowed to bring his friend, Blair, who had been working with him since the beginning.

After following his GPS to their destination, Evan arrives, and he feels even the title of “town” is too big a word for this place. It feels more like a village. Driving along the main road, he takes in the little landmarks scattered about. A small bank sits at the intersection between the main road and another, noticeably smaller, street. Placed next to it is a general store, with no parking lot in sight. Evan assumes that most are out of town shopping, as there’s no possible way someone could get everything they need here.

He takes a turn down a small street, almost worried that his car won’t fit, and continues looking for the place he was supposed to be. It takes no time to get there, to the point where he almost misses it, and he turns into the small parking area.

“Scarlet Cross Church, huh? Weird name,” Blair says upon seeing the old sign next to the even older building.

“I hear people from out of town aren’t allowed in at all,” Evan says, helping Blair to get their filming equipment out of the vehicle.

“Wonder why they made an exception for us.”

“Tourism, probably. People love forbidden places. Intrigue or whatever.”

The two of them begin putting their camera together, and after finally finishing up, they make their way to the steps of the church and knock on the door.

They only have to wait a few seconds before the door opens slowly, revealing a short, elderly woman dressed in all white.

“Are you two here with the news station we spoke to?” She questions, eyeing the recording equipment they have.

“Yes ma’am!” Evan says, a little too enthusiastic all of a sudden. “Are we too early?”

“No, no. You’re right on time. Come right in.” She turns around and motions for the two of them to follow her in.

~

To say that the exterior of the church was misleading would be an understatement. Gorgeous columns were scattered around the building, further showing how long the building had been around. There were flowers growing in large pots along the walls, to add color to the blank slate that was the rest of the church. But these paled in comparison to the main attraction of the place.

An intricate mural made of stained glass was placed at the front of the church. In it, it depicted a great figure dressed in white, kicking another figure clad in red out of the clouds. It didn’t take an extremely religious person to figure out what was being shown.

“This place is beautiful,” Blair whispers, not wanting to disturb the tranquility of the place.

“No wonder they’re so careful about who they let in here,” Evan says. He’s still taking everything in when the woman calls for them up at the podium.

“I’d really like to be sure that our mural is captured on camera,” the woman explains. “It’s really the crown jewel of this place.”

Blair positions their camera, making sure both the mural and the woman are in frame.

“May I ask your name before we begin?” Evan asks, straightening his shirt.

“You can just refer to me as the head of the church, if that’s okay with you.”

“Whatever makes you feel more comfortable.” Evan turns to Blair, “Are we ready?” Blair nods.

~

“We’re coming to you live from the Scarlet Cross Church, a place that was closed off to out of town visitors until now! We’re here with the head of church. What made you decide to finally allow outside eyes in?” Evan is now much more cheery than he was upon arrival. Though he’s waiting for his career to finally take off, he still loves his job no matter how small.

“We as a community consider this church to be our pride and joy. And we decided that not only should we finally reveal it to the world, but also share the secret of this town.”

Evan and Blair give each other a quick glance because getting back to business.

“What secret might that be?”

“You see, while most people believe that some aspects of religion are untrue, or perhaps even religion as a whole, I am here to tell you all that it’s all real. For we ourselves are apart of that mythicism.”

Another glance is shared between the two of them. What had the studio gotten them into? Still, Evan plays along.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“This town, including myself, is home to a clan of fallen angels.”

“What-“

Before Evan can interrupt, the woman take a step back, and feathers begin sprouting from her back. At first, only a few, but suddenly a pair of wings sprout all at once from her. But these wings aren’t anything like the ones that have been described for centuries.

These wings are a deep red.

The two stans there, dumbfounded at what they’ve just witnessed.

“We would like to invite people from around the world to come and learn about us. We are real, and we would like to spread the word.”

~

It wasn’t long before the news segment went viral. Some called it a hoax, just some special effects the network was using to up their ratings. Others believed that this was the sign the world needed that there was indeed a creator out there. Regardless of explanation, one thing was certain.

People were going to flock to this town to see for themselves.

And flock they did. People from all walks of life, religions zealots, disillusioned atheists, and YouTube channels whose focus was on the supernatural, all gathered here to see what they could find.

The town was much different than when Evan had first arrived here just two weeks ago.

Civilians were now out of their homes, greeting tourists. It was easy to tell who was who, as natives of the town all sporting the burning red wings that everyone had only seen on tv. Children on both sides playing together, the native children flying around while the others shrieked with glee.

Morale was high today, because the head of the church announced they would be holding a special service in the church. The amazement of a church service being held by actual angels was surely one for the ages.

Naturally, the studio once again sent out the duo that had made the discovery to begin with. They were there to broadcast the festivities, and later, the service. They made their way around the town, taking in the sight of cheerful people of all ages. Eventually, they found themselves at the church once again, and decided to visit for a short while.

Stepping inside again, there was a different feel this time. It was now bustling with people, Evan assumed they were members of the clergy, getting ready for tonight’s event. At last, he found the head, and went to speak with her.

“I never thought I’d see this place so lively!” Evan says, grabbing the woman’s attention. She offers him a smile.

“It’s all thanks to you,” she says. “I’ve never in all my years seen our little town so happy.”

“I’m really glad to hear that,” he says, admiring the decor. There are candles lit all over the room, giving it an almost romantic feel. He turns back to meet her eyes, and noticing she looks a little sad. “Did I say something wrong?” She shakes her head.

“No, no. Don’t worry about me, everything is fine. You should go out and enjoy the festivities. The service will begin soon.” Evan nods and offers a wave goodbye before heading out to look for Blair.

One of the clergymen, having seen their interaction, walks up to her.

“You took pity on him, for just a moment.”

“I do wish I could have spared him. He seems like a sweet boy.” She thinks for a moment. “But this is what must be done. This has been too long in the making.”

“I imagine you’ve been waiting for this day more eagerly than any of us.” She nods.

“Soon. Soon I will be free.”

~

Slowly but surely, citizens and visitors alike began making their way to the church. Evan worried not everyone would be able to fit inside, but people were so desperate to be here that they even stood up in the empty space that was left.

Evan and Blair made sure to stay in the back. It was there that they would be able to capture the full picture.

“We come to life once again from inside the Scarlet Cross Church, where for the first time caught on camera, a service hosted by angels will take place. We have the exclusive on this history making occasion.” Evan steps out of the way, so that the whole scene would be visible to the public.

“Will everyone who is able please take a seat? The service will now begin.” The Church head says, effectively silencing everyone in attendance as they turn their attention to her. “We will open with a prayer in our native language.”

The head along with the clergy begin their prayer. In a language that is clearly ancient, they begin speaking in unison.

It doesn’t happen immediately, but the air begins to feel heavier as the chanting continues, becoming almost suffocating. Soon, the ground begins to shake. Subtly at first, but increasing to earthquake like trembling in a short amount of time. The people within the church struggle to remain upright, trying to hold on to whatever is nearby to remain steady.

And then, the shaking stops. The air becomes breathable again.

“It is done. None of you will be able to escape the town. You will remain here until the sacrifice begins.”

A wave of confusion and disbelief ripples through the crowd, some rushing out to see for themselves. The woman turns and looks directly into the camera.

“My name is Lilith. I was the first to be cast out of the kingdom of Heaven and to this land. Now, with your sacrifice, I will be set free.”

Panicked screams begin to bounce off the walls of the church. Everyone is in a rush to escape, still believing there’s a way to escape.

Evan is stood still. His mind begs for him to follow the crowd, to try to find a way out. But his body knows there is no use. Soon, the church is empty, sounds of chaos coming from outside.

The woman, who Evan now knows as Lilith, makes her way over to him.

“I’m sorry you had to get caught up in this. If there was a way for me to spare you, I would have done so. But I’ve been here for longer than even your ancestors. It’s time for me to leave.”

She walks past him without another word, and Evan’s legs give way under him, making him collapse to the ground.

~

On the outskirts of the town, she can hear cars crashing. People who still think they can get away, trying in vain to force their way through the barrier that had risen. She can only sigh. She doesn’t blame them for wanting to escape this place. It’s been her goal for a millennia.

She can feel the power slowly coursing through her body. It’s almost time now. Soon the life force of everyone will be drained, and everyone who has been cast here for their crimes would be able to go where they wish. As she makes her way through, people notice her.

Some cower in fear, hoping that she will spare them. Others try attacking her, only to be stopped by someone else of her species. She sees Blair, desperately searching for Evan, after realizing they had left him behind in the commotion.

She even sees a small group praying.

Before she can even think to say anything to them, she notices people around them beginning to drop, their bodies laying lifeless.

She’s so close.

The others begin dropping like dominos soon after, and after a few more final screams are heard, there’s silence.

“It won’t be long before he’s back.” She says to no one in particular.

She makes her way to the edge of the town. The place where she’s been held captive for as long as she can remember. She take the first step out, cautious, despite being a creature with unheard of powers. Then, another. Eventually she finds her self miles away from her prison. For the first time in a long time, she sees the outside.

For the first time in a long time, she’s free.

[sffortheculture]

A quote from my latest title. I woke up with this line and #dauntewright on my mind. I started my say with sadness and anger in my heart. I'm tired of being tired.I'm exhausted with sadness. I'm tired of marching and crying and still we die. That's why I write what I write, why I create the characters I do, and tell the stories I tell. Rise of the M-Blocc Rangers begins after weapons technology is trapped in medieval times, and police illegally raid the home of three young Black men. The Road of Resistance begins with woke ex-gangsters declaring war on the police. I created the world of the Vanguard because I needed a vision of victory dipped in melanin. I needed heroes that face my dangers and carry my banner. If your feeling how I'm feeling maybe you do too. Link in my bio. #bookquote #blacklivesmatter #blackstoriesmatter #blackauthors #Afrofuturism #endpolicebrutality #amplifymelanatedvoices #supportblackauthors #bookstagram #blackbookstagram #fantasyauthor #fantasybooks #blackscifi #epicfantasy #letsreadownvoices #bipocbooks (at Bridgeport, Connecticut) https://www.instagram.com/p/CNm7y53g_VB/?igshid=6k0pwjfztgxz

[goldenwoedy]

• When you are present in a room you are absent in - the power you hold, if only to tht one person's life, is greater than what you believe. _____________________________________ I am still learning this. I'm learning tht I'm in a stage at life where I have to orbit around people who will use their tongue and speak ill, and I cannot control it. I'm learning tht as they speak not so pure things, the fact my name is marinating on their tongue, they give me more power. influence. I have to evolve their poison to potion. d.d.s. . . . . . #blackauthors #author #poet #poems #writingcommunity #poetryofinstagram #spokenword #blackartists #poetrycommunity #poetric #writersofinstagram #blackpoet #poetrycommunity #supportblackauthors #blackwriters #drayadesoleil https://www.instagram.com/p/CGVOlucF2JI/?igshid=sqdnj1tggi9h

[bbygrldrea]