I ran downstairs curiosity burning inside me. Standing in our front door my mother had her thin arms folded with a frown stretching across the wasteland of her face. Montega in front of her had his buff arms crossed as well. Your traditional stand off when two families have yet to come to terms with facts. He’s…
Outline-Eminem
We are the gray
We are the lost here. The crumbling few who ran our feet dry running away from a boring life. Scraping black top cement with our bare toes…
I sat sipping out of my tiny cup of poison on this island of fifth. Scraps of unwanted paper littered the ground…
Dedications page because one line is just not enough to explain who inspired me in life.
This book is dedicated to the lost souls, the lovers gone astray, the siblings losing communication, the generation that brought me to be.
