And Dreams…

A poem written by Timile Brown: I hear a calling to daylight my own voice did not sendReality is bending, twisting and standing on endAnd dreams are the windows to purely peaceful nightsWhere heartache dares not darken the door of such sightsOh the wishes once wishedTopped with sweetness, then kissedThe cheek of a starry-eyed delightWhat […]

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Custody

We woke up at 7AM. Cydney woke up singing patty cake. I smiled big because I woke up with my little girl next to me. My mother, Cydney, and I had a quick breakfast at the Waffle House on Mercury Boulevard but I wasn’t really hungry. I was going over my gamelan for court. I […]

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