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Product Description:
An anthology of short stories, poems, and essays. A true tour guide through today's often forgotten problems and dilemmas. A look at relationships of struggle from within. A look at the human character and its emotions it displays when it is comfronted with severe decisions. A view of society and how it can be changed so the world can live better.
Excerpt:
Twisted Since Birth
I need love and I need it now, can somebody cover
and give me a hug?
Can you caress my body and ease my mind, pack my
fears away in a jug?
Can you grab my hand and lead me to a pond that is
over flowing with love?
Can you show me a happy life or give me clearance to
enter heaven above?
Can you grab my life and slow it down so I can see the
precious things I have been missing?
Can you take me back when life was fun, like when I got
caught on my back porch kissing?
Can you walk me through the valley of death and insure
me that I will not die?
Can you focus my eyes on all of my peers and show me
how to peep the snake eye?
Will you be there when it's my time to go? If so, would
you be willing to give up your life for mine?
Will you try to stop me if I tried to jump off a cliff? Or
will you watch me because you don't like wasting your time?
Can you tell that I have experienced life
and it has left me permanently hurt?
So don't blame me because I was born into sin
and my mind has been twisted since birth
Kids say the darndest things
Hi, my name is Michael. I am only five years old to tell you the truth. I must tell you the truth at all times because my mama taught me that. See, if I didn't tell her the truth then she would show me how much telling the truth meant to her. She taught me well too, I must say. She would beat me with anything she could get in her hands. Occasionally, she would slap me to get her point across. I'm just happy that I turned out to be a fast learner. I didn't quite understand her back then but I do now, and I guess that's probably why I don't like her to this day.
I'm only five years old remember, so please don't get mad at me for sharing with you what has happened to me in five years. I'm just a kid, it's true, but I can tell that my body considers this discipline that my mama has been giving me to be real damn close to abuse. Please excuse my language but I picked that up from my daddy before he ran away.
One Life to Live
Shouts of anger almost shatter the rainbow-colored church windows. Tears of sorrow hit the floor as the preacher attempts to reach the pulpit for the sermon. Family members gather, not for a reunion, but to give their last respect for their loved one. The pain runs deep and frustration fills the air. Screams of, "Why Lord? Why him?" spreads through the crowd like an epidemic. I sit and wonder, why is life so unfair?
It seems like only yesterday that my cousin and I were out chasing girls and getting drunk. Now I'm sitting here in this church sharing tattoo tears because it's hard for me to view my cousin while he lays breathless and all dressed up. Damn, I thought for a moment. This shit is hard to swallow.
