Harlem Death

My knuckles turned white as I gripped onto the steering wheel, remembering how they marched and chanted for freedom and “equal rights”, holding banners like they deserved to be placed on the same peddle stool as us white folk were on. I was beyond tempted to take down each and every one of them that … Continue reading Harlem Death

Elliot & I [Part 2]

I hadn't seen Elliot since our intimate moment on the balcony where we found ourselves confessing our love for each other one moment and then where I found myself being pulled away from him the next. I wasn't sure what mother planned to do with me as she dragged me closer to the hall that … Continue reading Elliot & I [Part 2]