O R A N G E J U I C E & W A F F L E S

Splashes of sunlight danced across the walls highlighting the guilt staring back at her in the mirror. Although she had awaited his arrival anticipated his touch she had forgotten one thing. Slipping her feet into her shoes she stood with a glance at her reflection. .

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“Was you just going to leave?” He sat up, propped against the pillow awaiting her answer.

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She attempted to speak but just like a sorcerer he had captured her in his spell and left her speechless. He rose letting the covers fall of his body, each stride towards her taking her breath away.
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“Don’t do this!” He whispered. “I won’t lose you again.”
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Letting his hand caress her neck she parted her lips to meet his before a sharp tap on the door halted their passionate embrace and the rhythm of her heart.
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“It’s only room service!” SmilIng she released his hand and admired his broad shoulders as he strolled to the door. “Orange juice and waffles right?”
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ALICE IN WONDERLAND

T H R O U G H T H E W O O D S .

The trees and shrubbery surrounds my soul;
Through the woods I go.
Each uncertain step leading me to my goal,
Where beyond the forrest my future unfolds;
As I trail the written path that leads to my throne.
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CHALLENGE ME

#MERRYWRITE

So I have begun a writing Challenge on Instagram, I thought I would follow up on WordPress.

So threes days into december this is my December dailys.

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DAY 1: Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa or none of the above? .
For me Christmas is family time that causes the most stress in preparation but is always one of the B E S T days of the year. However, K W A N Z A A is just as important for me. Cultural tradition is important for educating the next generation in their history and lineage. .

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DAY 2: What are your writing goals as this year comes to a close?
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To conclude 2018 .
-I intend to finish two projects I have been working on for a international publishing house.
-In addition I aim to self-publish a project.
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Wish me luck!!!

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DAY 3: Introduce your main character in your WIP (or your favourite of the year.)
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Well, my debut book follows the journey of Ice Matthews, a married woman with a single husband. Ambitious and driven Ice find herself lost in the battle of love and her husbands lies. Only Ice survives the internal war; Triumphant over her demons she rises from the ashes like a Phoenix. … It’s only fair she gets the favorite of the year..
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P R I D E

The P R I D E .
An essence that departs from the
I N T E R I O R
Omitting confidence from the
E X T E R I O R
Blue, black shine and naturally
R E F I N ED
Adorned in unaltered cutural
D E S I G N S
Breathing and
L I V I N G
Through generations,
A L I V E
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R E A D M E: P A R T 2

M E R C Y L E S S …

Tayshan dailled his number frantically, her fingers skimming the wrong buttons more than once before the lock shifted and clicked. Stepping through the front door dragging his bike behind him Nathan sighed.Swallowing her distress she placed a smile over her frown and reluntantly stroded into his opened arms.
Rubbing her back he spoke above her head “You heard what happened den!” Dropping his arms he flopped into the sofa and tutted ” I almost died today, star!”
She willed her feet to move towards the bedroom but they wouldn’t, like a caged bird she was trapped “Yo you good Tay!” .
Searching for that smile she pinched her arm turned around to face him. “I’m good babe, its just sad that’s all.” .
“Tell me about it! Screw was like my brother in real life. Now..” his words dissappeared and a distant looked crossed over his face. “You going somewhere?” There was no need for her to look in the direction his gaze had fixated upon, she knew she had fucked up. “I was …” .
As he rose she closed her mouth and stood prepared. “So what you wasn’t even gonna tell man!” Crossing the floor and examining the cases she had lovingly packed he kicked them flat on the floor. “You know this ain’t happening right!” Six months she had planned this day to the finest detail, there wasn’t a day she hadn’t dreamt of a life without Nathan and the dangers of the street. Even though they were one and the same, Screw wanted different things, he had promised her a life away from the streets, away from Nathan and now he was dead she had no way out. .
“Let me go Nathan, I can’t do this no more!” She covered her mouth praying the words had not left her mind and travelled to his ears.
“Your not well! We just had a baby!” He roared. “Screws been dead five seconds and now you want to up and leave!” Shaking his head he wagged his finger and chuckled. ” You know what; You can go but my son stays with me!”
“I’m so sorry Nathan” she wept her body shaking with fear but her truth pouring from her lips. ” He’s not yours!” .
The world stopped for a moment, his mouth instantly parched and the blood bubbled in his viens. .
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R E A D M E :

M E R C Y L E S S

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They took something from her she can never get back – Turned her blue days black – She will make them pay with what they can not buy –
When Mercy comes someone is bound to die
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S N E A K P E E K B E L O W

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Nathan leaned against his bike, hand under his chin he pondered Screws argument.
”You see man an woman …two different bloodclart species you can’t tell me nuthin’. “ hitting the air with aggression Screw waited for the listening ears to collaborate his random theory.
Defeated by the heavy silence, he lit the tail of his spliff and simmered down. Nathan dropped his shoulder and shook his head, twenty years they had been friends and Screw face aka Delroy Brown had never changed.
Change had been on his mind a lot lately. Man like Screw came once in a lifetime hence their brotherly bond but there was a time for everything and it was that time.
Tayshan had been his wifey for two years and her altermatum was get out or stay out. It was different for Tay, she had a good start, the product of a happy home was a far cry from the shit hole Nathan had grown up in. There was no happy home, or a parents around instead he had clambered through the care system and made it out. Nathan had no time for pity stories but he had a lot of time for Tayshan; Her beautiful hair and long legs had taken him deeper than he had ever been.

Drifting his gaze over the street he thought nothing of the female approaching her head low, beneath a large hood hips swaying in the slight drizzle. Screw had begun another unnecessary tale one that surprisingly had the audience captivated. Taking his focus off death approaching he listened as if he had been doing so all along.
“Yes Screw, that makes sense..”
“See even my man Nate here understands the deal. In this day and age we are no longer….” Screws words drifted off as a bullet brust through skin, flesh and skull.
Screws body dropped to the ground, the crowd had fled and the shooter dissappeared into the night.
Staring at his oldest friends dead body Nathan smiled. Mercy was about to change everything.
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S E L E C T I V E

S E L E C T I V E
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Friends are F E W and fair between
Historically they can be mean.
Structured with a lack of rules
Unable to see Y O U for you.
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Burderned by others tales
Judging on spoken F A I L S
They are able to combine a group of
C O V E N T R Y well.
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Screamng praises.
Womanhood P H R A S E S.
They do not adhere.
About the underdog they do not care,
Creating a D A R K atmosphere,
Instiling insecurities in those they fear.
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Attempting to wash their sins C L E A R,
Women empowerment they declare.
Abandoning their J U D G E M E N T selectively ,
Erasing history for a selective clarity.
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NOTE TO SELF:

It is important not to judge other as life is a roller coaster of events that bear no dicrimantion to the participation. No one is immune to mistakes, life cahnging events, disaster or happiness. .

We all have our own crosses to bear……..

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THE LIST #STORYTIME

T H E L I S T
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Ana sat herself in far right corner. There would be no PDA or any conversation with the attending party, all she needed to do was make sure they had done everything right and she would be off it a flash. She knew she had forgotten one thing and she hoped they had the common sense enough to sort that out between them but Marcus would forget his head if it wasn’t screwed on.
Slowly the place filled with weeping and wailing as the family paraded down the aisle head low. Shaking her head she tutted, trust Darcy to have her skirt in her neck in the Lords house. Reaching for her handkerchief she remembered she was only here for one thing. Slowly she walked up the aisle glancing at the mourners with amusement.
The coffin was perfect , all white and glossly with silver trim she stepped upon the altar and stared down at her naked body an screamed.
“You crumby waster couldn’t even do that!.
Turning on the side light Marcus nudged his wife awake rubbing the interupted sleep from his eyes. “Whose a crumby waster?”
looking around the bedroom she remained silent for a moment.
“Marcus when I die don’t let them bury me naked.”
Confused Marcus shook his head. “Your nuts you know that. Go back to sleep!”
Laying awake in the glow of the side light Ana couldn’t sleep, she needed to make another list and it had to include a dress. Staring at the light there was no doubt in her mind she could possibly be buried naked.

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DISPLACEMENT

What does it mean to be Black and British?

F R O M N O W H E R E

Where do I belong
Amist questions of “where are you from?”
The strange stares
Fingers in my hair
Its all long!
I have the answers
Not one they want to hear
If this woman dont take her hand out of my rass hair.
Shes waiting now
For a clear answer
Im looking at her like prancer
With a big red nose and antlers on her head
Thinking why didn’t I stay in bed.
I remain PC and said
“England”
Like I was well bred
“No, I mean what part of Africa you from?”
Now Im pissed off.
“We are not all African Miss although I can insist my forefathers were stolen from there. But like I said I was born here.!”
She wasn’t satifised she wanted more
Picking at my scab and making it sore.
She could never undstand the cultural battering
The earth shattering
Divide from roots
So I proceed to tell her the truth.
“I was born in this country it is my home
And that alone
My Lineage from another zone
A place I cannot call home
There I am a foriegner
A stranger in effect
It’s this I do not get
You want me to say I’m from the tropics when im not
Auld aung high
Is all I got
My culture stripped
By masters of slaves
My african history taken to the grave
My jamaican heritage null and void will migration
The was my stop british foundation”
With my british best accent I turn and say.
“Now have a good day, Mrs Kolwoslki.”
“I didn’t mean to be nosy.” she said her cheeks all rosy
By now I don’t care
I’m ready to dissapear
After I’ve just stripped my lack of culture bare
Checking if anyone esle could hear
Displacement lives here!

Back In The Day

As a youngster it was always a sore point of conversation to ask me about my heritage. Due to the tone of my skin it was alwasys assumed I was mixed raced or from some foriegn land. I was quite happy being black but I was shifted across barriers according to peoples perceptions of race and cultural ideologies. Identity is a crucial part of the teen years without it there is room for confusion and a permenant displacment within society.

It is import to educate your children and yourself about your family history and the path walked to get to you to this point.

Never forget your history and be proud of your heritage.

Spread culture as much as love..

PEACE AND LOVE

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