Her touch wore off; as well as her words and love The once seen light in a dream of you and me Now turned into a narration by an old man Of a book about his regrets; titled with her name– transcribed Sitting by his window; menacing one’s self in sorrow The red cherry of […]
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Analyzing Insecurities that Plague Black Girls Looking into the mirror is getting easier. Though I can’t say I don’t still nitpick, it used to be worse for me. From the time I became able to distinguish the difference between the childlike innocence of spotting what made me different from other kids, and the desire to
How much do you know about World Social Work Day? Celebrated annually on the third Tuesday of March since 2007, the fairly little-known holiday shines a light on the people and organizations that make up one of the most altruistic fields in existence. There’s also not merely a World Social Work Day, but March has
The whispers had reigned in continuance In the thought of anguish, the voices elapsed Insanity became nature Eclipsing the shutters of a fleeing light Distasteful to the luxury of respiration Inundated by a guilty verdict One appointed by self Inept to a peripatetic passage To bygones of sorrows and disarray Remorseless to a past-due repentance
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The mandate of a lifetime Like a growing seed sprouting into a flora Sealed by a globe of innocence Decorated by the warmth of a mother’s kiss to her child In an envelope, she delivered her seed to the world A world catered by the misery of a peasant Encompassed by a shallow substance of
Once again, a vessel set to sail To a nameless endeavor; in her discovery A precious pearl, a scarce stone Embellished with intellect; sophisticated Veins, streaming intertwining threads of grace A torrent of ambrosia, of delectable delight A torrent that overflows, its essence never done Yet, its chalice poisoned and neglectful Cascading a bitter nectar
In my previous post entitled Retiring While Black, I shared how Black people fare in terms of retirement readiness. I revealed, although no surprise, that Black people face more obstacles than white people when it comes to retirement readiness and retiring without debt. In this post, I want to discuss how to retire not in
There are over 31 million small businesses currently operating in the United States. However, only 2.3% of these businesses are Black-owned. In some areas, the percentage of businesses that are Black-owned goes up. For example, in the DC Metro Area, 7.7% of businesses are Black-owned. In the Fayetteville Metro Area, 11.2 % of businesses are
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