Clarification of word play

Diction reverses the summation of what love is, purposefully wrapped in affection. Diction produces struggle within the framework of organization. Most Diction fabricates the core of understanding to be relevant to itself. Real Diction dictates trues to be trusted timelessly. What diction represent, represents work. Diction mis-educates, diction reinvigorates. Diction is the clarity of speech. Diction is obsolete. Diction is choice. Diction  provides a voice. Choose Diction or Diction will choose you....

The continuum of George

After about six hours of protesting, George and uncle Clevis along with the workers from Ralph's doughnut shop didn't think they'd gotten the attention of the shop's owner. One of the persons in the crowd lit a match to a rag of gasoline in a bottle and threw it into the window of the shop. There was a loud explosion in the kitchen. The other workers there began frantically running in different paths trying to get themselves out of harms way. One worker had to be resuscitated after he was exposed to all the smoke from the fire. The owner who could have possibly prevented the whole thing stood helplessly watching his family owned business go up in flames. The police and other officials started to arrest several of whom they thought to be agitators including George and his uncle, throwing them into the back of the patty wagon. This was covered live on local tv's breaking news and CNN. George a heavy set young man had a hard time with the arresting officer, who couldn't cuff him properly so he had to secure him to a bench until they got to the station. George had never seen the back of a police vehicle and began to fear what might happen to him. Along the way to the precinct local Klansman follow the wagon throwing gas bombs and causing the truck to overturn. The accident was tragic. George, uncle Clevis and others were thrown from the vehicle into the woods, killing everyone else except for the 19 year old college student. George became very distraught and began to run to escape...... 

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Danger Zone

The way I see it anything can get you killed and fucking with women is the fastest way to die. One time I met this thirty year old pretty face, fine waist no stretch marks number. I admit she had it going on. The only thing that stood out was she had never seen a penis before. Crazy as that sounds it's true.  No movies, magazines or even school anatomy class. No boyfriends or nothing. Pure virgin I guess. That should have sent a red flag at first but nooooo my ass had to be the one to expose her to it." Baby I got you give me a chance, I can make you love it," that's what I said repeatedly. So we did it, over and over again. Hair pulling passionate hot sweaty sex. I know the neighbors heard everything. This chick wouldn't stop. Oral in the car, reverse butterfly in kitchen, doggie style in the back of the church! Yes the back of the chuurch!!! We sometimes roleplay. Every kind of sex you can imagine we tried it. I created a monster! A real life sex addict. Man I mean crazy sex addict. One time we were at her folks on Thanksgiving and she wanted me to see her old tree house. I should've known something was up, she smiled and said "they won't miss us come on." I didn't think she would try anything there, her family was outside with the kids playing. What do you know..... fucking, yes fucking in the treehouse.....We were getting busy. I've never felt bad and good at the same time. We tried to keep quite so they wouldn't catch us with our pants down. Twenty minutes later we heard "Kimberly we're about to have icecream and cake you want any?" but by the looks of things she'd had her dessert already. Her response naw I'm good. And yes it was. I didn't say I didn't like it, I think I will need a prescription of Viagra soon. Smh what will I do with this woman??? 

 To be continued

Pride and Joy

     A strong woman faced with the normalcy of human life and who may have forgotten some things, she hasn't forgotten how to love. Dealing with the issues that has now somewhat immobilized her physical activity, she's a fighter. In learning to walk again due to her illness, I find myself remembering her strength, "ma don't give up", I push her. When asked how are you doing? She always in her catchy response utters "I would if I could, but I ain't cause I can't."  Reflecting on the things she's taught me,  speaks volume to the person I've grown to be; not because I do things right all the time but, I choose to make her proud of me. "Son you know I love you and can't wait to see you again," are true sentiments from this loving mother of mine. A quote I once read said, there are two ways of exerting one's strength: one is pushing down the other is pulling up. I can say in my learning experience with my mother she has shown me both. Never let them see you sweat is our motto to each other. "Son you know best," as she says, refers to her courage and strength in grooming her boys to be men. Thanks to the creator for love, strength, loyalty and truth. I know you're proud of me but not as much As I am proud of you.

Truly Zende

George doughnut

     There was a guy name George who wanted to be special in life, he always felt that if given the chance he could be a writer or a doctor. He loved helping people especially his own. George was taught cultural heritage and pride at a very young age which his uncles really drove home the awesomeness of greats like Harriet Tubman, Marcus Garvey and Martin L. King Jr, just to name a few. George loved history and learning things from the past about the world. One day George and his uncle were driving thru a small town in Mississippi for spring break to go fishing. Clevis, George's uncle promised him he'd take him for making the dean's list his first year in college last quarter. George not having many friends enjoyed family time with his uncle as they were on thier way to Miller's pond. They spotted a sigh that read "World renown best hot and ready in town." This doughnut sigh had a large kid with frilly hair, a big doughnut strapped to it's back with a glaring smile. George became excited and asked if they could stop for doughnuts on thier journey. George loves food so much he has to be advised not to over do it. So they get to the shop at four thirty am and the aroma of fresh doughnuts were captivating.This was the oldest doughnut shop in town.The owner started from a used tire shop his dad owned and turned into a well know family business in Mississippi around the 1800's. Outside as well as inside George loved looking at all the trinkets at the shop. He's so infatuated he realized he hadn't placed his order. Uncle Clevis reminded George that they had a schedule to keep if he wanted to learn to fish, so he stepped to the counter to place his order. "I'll have a small cup of coffee, 2 plain and 2 chocolate cakes please," with the biggest smile on his face. George was in heaven. As they awaited thier order he noticed a flyer that introduced the story behind the history of Ralph's Doughnut Shop. George's second love. The flyer gave directions of the museum that was free to the pubic and George wanted to see the story of his now favorite doughnut shop in the world. Luckily for George it was only footsteps away down the hall. So they set out to go check out the museum. When they arrived they saw all kinds of old black and white photos of the family and tire shop that once stood in the place of the doughnut shop. George was in bliss as he read some of the captions on the awards and certificates. The room was not a very large place, filled with an abundance of history. There was a door to this other room that was showing small two minute clips of promos and commercials. As they watched this footage George became very upset. It showed people in black face dancing in rags as buffoons and singing demeaning songs about blacks and thier love for sugary treats. The things he saw had his blood boiling, to the point he wanted nothing more to do with this doughnut place. George was very disturbed by this. As they started down the hall on their way out, they became confused and went into what looked like a office with a reception and other employees. George couldn't believe what he saw, there were about six or seven cubicals and one or two large offices with blacks facilitating business like matters. "Can I help you?" Replied one of the ladies as they entered the room. I need to get the number to the corporate office please, George responded. Well is there something wrong she questioned."Have you seen the film in the museum?" asked George. "That's what's wrong!" George and uncle Clevis tried really hard to calm down."No I haven't, but I can tell you both are upset, let me get that number for you." She then began to walk to her desk and more of the other employees noticed that George and Uncle Clevis made a big fuss about the film they saw and one of the guys called security. George was amazed at the fact so many blacks there hadn't seen the disturbing images right down the hall from them and how they all seemed unbothered by it. George was infuriated. Security who also was black, came and demanded that they leave immediately, as there became an uproar from the other employees there. Pushing and shoving, the security guards escorted George and Uncle Clevis out of the building; which created quite a disturbance like from a movie of some sort. Some of the employees who had never seen the film wanted to know why George and his Uncle was so upset. They began to leave their desk to go see the film only a few steps away. After a few minutes the blacks at the office became upset as well and in disbelief of what they saw in the museum, they colluded to walk out. Others wanted answers so they requested that the owner's son come down and talk to them about this film being displayed in the museum for everyone to see. The young owner refused and demanded they return to work immediately or be reprimanded. They were also escorted out of the building, where they met with George and his Uncle Clevis. Moments later they heard police sirens and a rush of people to follow, what was turning very ugly quickly. Somehow the local news station got wind there was a disgruntled work related issue going on between the black employees and the owner over unfair treatment at the work place. This was beginning to stir up the masses in this small rural Mississippi town something they'd never seen before or was expecting from a young man's love for doughnuts. One of the employees before leaving made a copy of the film and uploaded it to social media and it went viral. People who had no knowledge of this film could view it for the first time. Others who knew of this history about this famous shop had no idea of this uncovered information. It was quit unsettling.....To be continued.  

      

My family

The best I know and none other like it.

Moma's place

"Boi take those shoes off in my house!" Moma's voice yelling from the kitchen, the one place you loved her to be. Moma always knew how to make things better from the kitchen. She could fill your spirit and you stomach at the same time, from the kicthen. Didn't think she hear those bad words you mumbled in your room from the kitchen, but she did. She could come with lighting speed from the kitchen. One time moma heard dad say he was leaving, so she cooked a hot meal, put his shoes by the door and handed him his coat on the way out, I bet dad regretted those words these days from the kitchen. No fuss just a brown bag with grease spots,"Have a great day huh," was moma's words standing with unfolded arm in the kitchen. Today I wonder how moma made something out of so little she had? Then I remembered she did it with love, straight from the kitchen.... The kitchen wasn't a place in a building, it was within her heart. She loved us from the one place we loved her to be.......