“I would at times feel that learning to read had been a curse rather than a blessing. It had given me a view of my wretched condition, without the remedy. It opened my eyes to the horrible pit, but to no ladder upon which to get out. In moments of agony, I envied my fellow‐slaves for their stupidity. I have often wished myself a beast. I preferred the condition of the meanest reptile to my own. Anything, no matter what, to get rid of thinking! It was this everlasting thinking of my condition that tormented me. There was no getting rid of it. It was pressed upon me by every object within sight or hearing, animate or inanimate.”

-Mr. Frederick Douglass

…starting to echo some of his sentiments, as of late.



-Need more/Desire less

-Trying too hard/Not trying hard enough

-Stuffed to the brim/Famished and parched

-More isn’t less/Less is more

So much to choose from, but is it necessary to have it all? Having it all until it’s necessary. Tell me more!………See me less.

Groove, Align, Center…

Taking center stage,                  Intrinsic punishment,                  
 page after page.                      they feel it’s victimization.               
Feel the heating’s beat,             Tryin’ to build a king’s palace,      
 sleep after sleep.                     and ends up a police station.      
 The eyes know best,                 Drop my can in the street, 
put ’em to the test.                    like sewer’s never seen a solid.
 Eyes know the beat,                 Mother nature gives a wink,
that’s why she’s in the street.      knows father time is very stolid.

Spooky bottle top,                      A bridge under a rainbow,
 winter’s had its stop.                they say the grass is still greener.
Man in the mirror moves,            Casino drops a dime on his tips,
 that’s all he feels is smooth.     says, “well, that’s my demeanor.”