This poem (if you can call it that) goes out to anyone that has ever called me a “race-traitor” or “n*gger-lover” to my face, behind my back, or under their breath:
#DearWhitePeople: Racism is about more than just skin color.
#DearWhitePeople: Racial stereotypes of white people can’t be racist.
Wanna know what really “grinds my gears?” (in my best Peter Griffin voice) When taxpayers dollars are used to pay out settlements to victims (or their families) of police misconduct. That shit really grinds my fuckin’ gears.
A few years ago, my friend Bokani invited me to a local club in downtown Baltimore that held a “jazz night” on Monday nights. For the first hour or so, the local group “hosting” would play, then would invite other musicians in the audience to come join in a jam session that was often more
Back in first grade, I somewhat-distinctly remember learning the paraphrased meanings of the following words: Urban: Living or being inside of a city Suburban: Living or being in the areas just outside of a city Rural: Living or being around farms or the country; not near a city. As you can see, these definitions had