An Excerpt from "The Awakening"

When I wrote it was as if I were possessed by the spirit of a poet who sought reincarnation through me to be heard. Words swarmed inside my head like fireflies; illuminating the blackness that was my mind, and enlightening the weary soldier that was my soul. Energy flowed through my veins as the pen painted the sheets of paper with my heart. No battle is more heart fought, and more draining, than the one one has with himself. For over a decade, a war was raging between the inner me and the outside world. Once I began writing, the war was now winnable. Every day I fought my demons. My weapons of choice: a pen, preferably black; and the majestic carrier of emotions that was my notebook. I still was sleeping, but it was a gloomy harmonious sleep. 

A Letter to Anonymity

 
I shall call you anonymous.
For to summon the strength necessary for your name to pass my lips; requires a power far beyond my hardly humble existence.
 
Dear Anonymous:
 
Seems like eons since our eyes met
And ages since our mouths conducted stale symphonies
Words so translucent that as speakers we ourselves became transparent
Shallow as an empty shot of vodka leaving the throat rancid and molten  
A burning sensation we so despairingly longed for
Neither of us could reject it nor could we even hesitate to refill our glass
 
Sometimes our voices clashed
Violently
Flailing hopelessly as if drowning in loneliness
Clinging desperately to the other’s words in a shameless attempt at staying afloat
 
Multiple times I let you drown
Only to be framed as your rescuer
 
Judas is thy savior
 
But In all fairness
We both were blind
By our naivety
By the lasciviousness that comes along with hormonal adolescence
And by haunting backgrounds that were much too tumultuous to properly prepare us for such an emotional and physical relationship
 
I could taste the vulnerability on your lips
I, with more guile then gullibility, was not deterred
But instead encouraged
To let my fantasies penetrate our innocence and run wild through our minds
 
I asked for your body (...)

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Independence Day

In writing this piece I would like to first state that I neither detest America nor do I repudiate my citizenship.
 
Independence Day, July 4, 1776: a date that I have been taught, since elementary, to glorify, honor, and celebrate.
It was on this spectacular day that our forefathers, headed by, The Thomas Jefferson, conjured the greatest document in American history. The Declaration of Independence manifested America’s sovereignty and freedom as the once child, now raging teenager, broke from the parental guidance and discipline of mother Britain.   
 
When mother Britain received the declaration, it responded with the “Answer to the Declaration of the American Congress”; in which it denounced the signers of the declaration for not applying the same principles of “life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness” to the enslaved African Americans. The question that was most frequented was how congress slave-owners could proclaim “all men are created equal” without freeing their slaves. 
 
Before continuing, I would like to add that I am in fact an African American. So if the following arguments come off as seemingly biased, it’s quite possible that they are. 
 
It is understood by the general public as well as taught in our schools that the “Emancipation Proclamation”, an executive order issued by,  The Honest and most Honorable,  Abraham Lincoln in 1863, freed the slaves.  Now as a fellow (...)

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