Love brutally fucked me and my tears were its cum. It nutted all over my feelings and it mocked my sanity. It pushed me into the lake of insecurities. I lacked the knowledge of my self worth.
I gave love multiple discounts as it knocked on my door and my legs opened wide despite my battered unrecognizable face. Yes It beats me black and blue but it fucks me so good.
I thought to myself how could I let go of my shelter, my financial support, care and good sex ? So that’s why I let this so called one true love manifest his wickedness into my soul. I walk around looking like billboard full of scars, abuse and pain. Read more... (305 words & 1 image, estimated 1:13 mins reading time)
In all selfishness I chose my sanity over anyone and I have no regrets. My circle got smaller only because my anger is capable of shredding a b*tch to pieces or crumbs.
My scars are my truth and I always find the inner strength to pull myself up. In this endless journey i walk on shattered glasses . I swim in my tears and I walk pass my fears and my doubts.
I dine with my enemies even though I clearly see they are going to take away my joy, my sanity and my soul. Even tho they may shade me, throw paint across my hard work and mock my insecurities I will still continue to show them kindness. Read more... (249 words, estimated 1:0 mins reading time)
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It was an honor to witness the talent of such a beautiful and hard working lady. I flew in from New York to attend her show in Atlanta on May 1st 2016 at the Georgia Dome stadium. The show started with DJ Khaled who brought in a couple of rappers like Rick Ross, T.I, Kent Jones, Yo Gotti, 2Chainz, The Dream, August Alsina, ludacris who rapped along with their popular hits . In the audience was real housewives Kandi, porscha and kenya moore. Also love and hip hop atlanta star’s rasheeda and kirk. Read more... (346 words & 3 images, estimated 1:23 mins reading time)
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Chanel No 12 – So when are we posting our Halloween singles and pictures
Mother BloodPool – When the sacrifice commences and we have found our sex slaves to kneel before us.
Chanel No 12 – Bitch. U ain’t a countess. All I know is that you are going to wear a costume. If there is a party you are most likely going to go, and come back home and stuff your face in baked chicken and wine Read more... (440 words & 1 image, estimated 1:46 mins reading time)
When i’m at war with myself I just write. True freedom for me has always been through writing. Writing is being able to grab a pen and just pour out the thoughts of suicide, heartbreak and more into a paper. It is a process of releasing the pain that hides behind a smile. It’s a moment where I take a deep breath and I open my eyes with tears rolling down assuring me its the beginning stage to overcome the pain. Read more... (302 words, estimated 1:12 mins reading time)
By Ameyaw Debrah
The Revised Edition 2015 of Biodun Abudu’s novel ”Tales of My Skin” is now available on Amazon.com for kindle and paperback. This novel talks about what youth and adults of today could possibly be struggling with behind their sealed lips as they are silenced in fear. It creates awareness for HIV/AIDS as well as STD’s. It touches on rape, family neglect and more. Through Tunde’s story it reveals the bitter and raw truth of what most people can identify with but sweep under the rug or keep locked in a box because of culture and tradition.
Brief Summary – From a new and talented writer comes a novel based on a true life story about sex, lust, lies and the pursuit of love. The journey from Africa to America is filled with hopes, dreams and clouds of promise. When the desires of a heart conflict with familial and cultural tradition, choices will be made. Tunde’s story begins with innocence, travels through heartbreak and despair to land in rebirth. What doesn’t kill him, in the end may just save his life.
Website – www.BiodunAbudu.com
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By Nosa irabor
Rape, Fear, Prostitution, Sex, Homo. This was the story of Tunde. When you walk past these young individuals you would never imagine many of them may have been raped, mistreated, or sexually abused by male and even female family members. Or that some have been the victim of such abuse by a trusted neighbor or frequent babysitter.
The journey from Africa to America is filled with hopes, dreams and clouds of promise. When the desires of a heart conflict with familial and cultural tradition, choices will be made. Tunde’s story begins with innocence, travels through heartbreak and despair to land in rebirth. Read more... (217 words & 2 images, estimated 52 secs reading time)