Blessed & Curvy

Years ago I wrote my first poem about crimes against African Americans. As I am getting older it's becoming more and more the norm in today's society. From Trayon, Mike, Oscar, Sandra and now Nia. You can't turn on the news and not see that someone in some state, some city, some town has been killed. Its has little kids scared of police officers because a family member was killed by a cop. You have black on black crime where we are killing each other over territory.  Here is the reality we don't own the block. No matter how many kilos are sold the truth is the city , the state , and the government owns the block. You can't drive on the highway even because a rival might recognize you, it was part of an initiation, or you happen to cut them off and the road rage had them pull out a glock to even the score. I write about injustice and even how a college educated woman could be pulled over, asked about the car she is driving if it is hers, ask her to d...

It was in the year 2013 and I was going through a storm. I had taken a demotion at work , transferred closer  to home and was trying to take care of myself. I had started symptoms for high blood pressure, was prediabetic , and my arm couldn’t go above my head. In my dream one morning I was saying I need to do something to wake  the old me back up. I wanted to get back into taken care of myself. I was awaken by a notification on my phone that I felt was a sign. It was an invitation to come to Saint George, Utah to visit a resort called Red Mountain. I responded back that I was interested to take the travel agent rate and explore the experience. Within minutes they responded back and I knew then it was real, not a dream, and the beginning . Within weeks flight is booked , it will be a work trip since I am going to write about the whole experience.  I arrived into Las Vegas and took a shuttle van to Saint George, being stuck between strangers, and I am...