Black Son.
I don’t want fear to raise my son.
I don’t want fear to raise my son.
The shadows of your words cut deeply, perhaps as you intend. And, though I bleed inside, I refuse to let my blood show through. Holding my head high, remembering just who I am and what I am here for, and who I am here for saves me. Keeps that blood that you try to draw […]
Since I am such a public health nut, it seems appropriate that I should turn my hump day around by sharing public health tidbits that I have discovered. I thought this was pretty interesting. He covers some great material. I had never really heard of Mr Wise before, but he certainly has my attention.
Word-Experimentalist
Stress Less and Live Free
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
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The heart harries the mind to tarry; only dead fish go with the flow
The dream is free; the hustle is sold separately
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