I’ll never fall in love again
I titled this rush hour because it was taken in Louisville during rush hour.
If you look at me and see a black man then you fall short of recognizing, understanding, and appreciating the real person that I am.
But if you look at me and see a man who happens to be black, now we (you and I) are on our way to true freedom.
So yesterday I had to result to using my bike to get to work as my vehicle isn’t currently running. Naturally, that caused a few eyebrows to raise at the job. Well, that’s okay. People will do that.
We shot this in a park on a cold, rainy, Saturday night during the ’08 Thanksgiving weekend. Tanya and I had become regular collaborators and we had set out to create more images for my balloon series. In this case my little red headed step-sister was a fabulous trooper.
These aren’t my words. They were written by a Facebook friend, but they speak of my sentiments so clearly regarding my spiritual faith and religion that I wanted to share
I betrayed myself and ushered my heart’s head into a concrete cornerstone courtesy of a self inflicted sucker punch.
And I can reasonably say, “Yes, I miss you.”
How is it that I can be so easily written off?
I’ll ride the wave
Where it takes me
I’ll hold the pain
An excerpt from an email to a friend..
I have so long tired of working in an environment where speaking with people of our race is split between broken English concealed through thick African accents and/or institutionalized Ebonics. Where subject matter rarely rises above sports or the appeal of some woman’s phat ass.
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