Title: The Pretender: My Life Undercover for the FBI Author: Marc Ruskin Genre: Non-Fiction Publisher: Thomas Dunne Books Publication Date: 2017 Of all the tools available to law enforcement, the living, breathing undercoveroperative remains the gold standard. This is true in TV shows and in thereal world. In the era of electronic surveillance, UC work enforcesaccountability; it prevents mistakes, and of all the boots on … Continue reading The Pretender: Book Review
A poem from H.S. after being inspired by William Shakespeare’s play Julius Caesar. Continue reading Et Tu Brute
My poetry is the key My poetry is me My poetry can sing, rap, and dance to anything It can put words to everything My poetry is my therapy instead of a diary where a stranger can open my soul and become the energy My poetry is my social security and I stay hell bent backwards on protecting the life in me Continue reading My Poetry
Today’s date: 5/17/10 He drinks from the sweet nectar of the beehive & cherishes the queen bee Traveling between the smooth valley of breasts suckling their puckered lips dipping & rocking their sea of love while the noises of cats and dogs rained until they came The reminiscent beats and melodies, the starting of ignition, & the unspeakable, undeniable, & undefinable words of need The … Continue reading The Breath of Love
Check out my new story on Medium.Com! https://thecreative.cafe/18-inches-7e2e91d9ad76https://thecreative.cafe/18-inches-7e2e91d9ad76 Continue reading 18 Inches
La-Frik-di Succinctly Explicitly He penetrates the foreign in me American and African is no si Bleach me with your white seeds Tell me of your memories of Eve What we lost across the sea Make me a mother of offspring Offspring I wonder if it’ll be, assimilation or annihilation? After all we can’t call it immigration Just a integration of one nation Continue reading Succinctly
I love music. I love all genres of music. However, there are very few songs that have made me laugh. Growing up I absolutely loved Music Choice. I could meet the artist and watch their interpretation of the lyrics. In comparison, I would say it was my generation’s version of soul train. I happened to be sitting in my living room when, an era confused … Continue reading Who Says Music Can’t Make You Laugh?
I don’t usually talk to strangers but it is 4:19 am and I need some help I have some blood from Africa but I can’t find myself It is a time when America is great again and everything I say or do is an offense So people just stand on the fence and watch the events I say melanin too but they just glance at … Continue reading Don’t Let Me Be Lonely
These hips carry big lips These hips need room to gyrate in These hips have dipped a moon These hips have made many a men swoon These hips have done the pop, lock, and drop These hips have even done the milly rock These hips have carried a womb These hips have cherished the African wound These hips can swindle a whip like Naomi on … Continue reading Homage To My Hips Remix
Eloi Eloi Lama Sabachthani Eloi Eloi Lama Sabachthani Eloi Eloi Lama Sabachthani Why? I am your son Doesn’t that count for one? I understand you move the moon and sun, but what have I done? The insidious sin crept in at 3, right into the praetorium They accuse, the accused, but the truth is I am just like you Red, ophidian, a 6 here again … Continue reading Soxiante-Neuf
