My Life Be Like

Why I Won’t Feel Guilty for Being Happy

For the first time in years, I’ve found myself genuinely happy. Usually my happiness would be connected to a person, place, or tangible thing. It was based on how good life was around me. It wasn’t based around me being the primary source for my happiness. That has been my biggest lesson on my spiritual… Continue reading Why I Won’t Feel Guilty for Being Happy

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We Really Aren’t Friends Anymore

Although I've stopped being friends with people in the past, this most recent friendship dissolution definitely hurt me the most. It happened about a week ago and I still can't process that she won't be in my life anymore. I keep reminding myself that everyone is not meant to be in our lives forever. It… Continue reading We Really Aren’t Friends Anymore

My Life Be Like, poetry

His Love

His love is unconditional. His love is deep. His love is red. Your love is younger for older. The darker the berry the sweeter the juice. The prettier the woman the easier to misuse . You are the buckle that holds my body into safety. Flexible with my movement but could snap my neck in… Continue reading His Love

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F%$@ Corona! Signed, A Frustrated Black Creative

Earlier this month I gave an update on how I'm doing. However, it is almost August and things have changed drastically. Last month I filmed one episode of season 2 of Reckless Behavior The Series. After not filming anything since season 1 production ended last November, it felt so damn good to be back in… Continue reading F%$@ Corona! Signed, A Frustrated Black Creative

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How Being a Black Classical Musician has Driven Me to the Brink of Suicide Among These Times

By Dorthea Stephenson I do not typically use my social media as a platform of activism, but I feel these times call for my voice to be heard among the rest. Whether you agree or not, is your decision. This is not a persuasive post; you are inclined to your decisions as I am to… Continue reading How Being a Black Classical Musician has Driven Me to the Brink of Suicide Among These Times

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The Truth of Single Parenthood

Being a parent is truly a wonderful experience. I can’t wait for the day I can experience all the one in a lifetime moments with my children. I commend all parents, but I give a special praise to single parents.  The job of parenting isn’t always an easy task. I’ve known this after watching my… Continue reading The Truth of Single Parenthood

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Hear My Voice

By Vuyisa Akuchie Hear my voice! “You’re what? I’m black and I’m proud!” This method of ‘call and response’ would be a regular saying in my household, as a reminder that I should be proud of my black skin and my heritage. “Your all a bunch of? WINNERS!” It wasn’t enough to just be proud… Continue reading Hear My Voice

My Life Be Like, poetry

Little Brown Boy

This one time in 2020… I had to tell my son about his chocolate skin in America… How his skin is so dark he might be mistaken for a monkey or a hoodlum. How his big natural curly afro can be offensive to some people with no melanin in their skin. How to keep his… Continue reading Little Brown Boy

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Discovering Akilah

Seeing the world for the first time in 1993. Being the last of 4 children. Being raised by a older mother. Growing up singled out and abandoned by my father.  Being 20 years apart from the first born. Being raised by a single mother who had breast cancer, lupus, and a small hole in her… Continue reading Discovering Akilah