Author: C.K. McGhee

We all remember the story about the tortoise and the hare, we may have even wondered what’s that tortoise doing there. The hare looked like they had it all going on, doesn’t seem to be struggling, that hare seems incredibly strong. We compare ourselves to that hare, thinking all our efforts are a disgrace all…

Have you ever self-reflected…didn’t like what you see? No light, only darkness, perpetrated by memories, oh please…stop judging me…not talking to you…I’m talking to me because, I’m the only one…who can never…let it be. The tracks of my tears are my fears running down my face, unmerited favor from my Savior, a daily dose of…

You know what’s not right, out of mind and out of sight, all the oppressors efforts to extinguish our light, the one-two punch of white rage, and white flight, just taking resources and prosperity from all our “hoods”, since the beginning of time, they’ve been up to no good. Shoutout to Greenwood Ave, here’s to…

No more jumping through hoops like I’m in some damn circus, just to be pushed around and treated like I am worthless and that’s not even them, it was actually me, because my biggest enemy is my inner me. You ever look in the mirror and don’t like what you see, oh I’ve been there…

Deep down inside, it’s not a matter of pride but I had a funny feeling you were not on my side. You’re a wolf in sheep’s clothing…filled with self loathing, can’t mess around with you, I’ve been called and I’m chosen. Been in my circle but you’re not in my corner, no matter what you…

Eyes leak in pain, teardrops filled with disdain, breathing in and out, never to be the same. Heart break and heartache, how much can you take, before the walls come crashing down for heavens sake. Weeping endures for the night but tomorrow there will be joy, no need to be coy, don’t want to annoy….

Don’t call it a comeback, cuz it’s deeper than that, going through life’s changes and at life I clap back. Built Ford tough, know that I’m a survivor, my bones picked clean, mistaken for a cadaver. Sometimes I may be down but I’m never out, to sit down and give up…that’s not what I’m about….

Children are supposed to be a gift from God right? Then what was it about me that made me ineligible to receive this endowed blessing and opportunity to cultivate a legacy that would speak not only to me but to the generations of ancestors that proceeded me, who hoped and dreamed in my bringing forth…

They say that hindsight is 20/20, it always struck me kinda funny, never seem to get it right on the first go round, introspection and reflection standing firm on solid ground.Need a new pair of glasses? Wipe those roses out your eyes, no time or peace in believing the same old lies. Arms outstretched, preparing…