7/28/16
So eager to have what we think we need,
Based on emotion and no thought,
You always felt it unheeded,
The qualities it brought,
But it created confusion,
I watched you age before my eyes,
Your youth and strength diminished,
I struggle now each day, because, Continue reading →
7/11/16
Did my life matter,
It mattered to my Black Father,
It mattered to my Brown Mother,
It mattered to my Sister,
It mattered to my Brother, Continue reading →
So the word was Mum, so at first, before I realized it fell today was not sure whether it was for “Mother,” of the flower, mum.
The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.
Love,
Pure as the driven snow,
Simple as yes instead of no,
Clearly conveyed through eyes,
I was born to adore you,
I am your son.
The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.
On the treadmill at half strength, our team doctor, friend, and co-worker tapped me on my shoulder. I, still running at full speed, removed one of my earbuds to listen as he smiled broadly, and, while pointing at ESPN on my treadmill’s screen, pointed and began to tell me about how his 6 year old son was practicing with a golf pro while we were on our road trip with our team. Though we both smile, I looked at him, and knowing that he played with my high school friend, and is a year younger than I am, thought about he and his 6 year old and younger daughter, and myself with no children.
The band Explosion In The Sky’s “A Poor Man’s Memory,” (made famous by the film Friday Night Lights) began to play on my iPod Nano, and I increased the volume as I began to run toward and for something…what, I didn’t know.
I thought of what I have now, the work, the challenges, the good, the bad. I realistically looked at how a child would, or realistically not fit into my life as it currently is, however I had to look at how a child would fit, if they were already here, or as old as 6 years. I looked at how, possibly as everything is playing, it is setting up for that child(ren).
I also thought about the small things that my life can provide, and how my friend, talking of the golf pro, and how I could have a young sports fan child, and the events and players they may have been fans of, that I could have introduced them to. Though not that important in the scheme of things, still my ability to offer.
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