Writers Of Today:

Who Will make writers of today take a stand and mean something tomorrow?

I wonder how the world will be like if writers today were like Maya Angelou, who was reading Shakespeare at the age of nine,
or like James baldwin who faced controversy from his novel that only expressed his true sexuality,
or like Edgar Allen Poe whose tormented and corrupted life still brought beautiful poetry
or like James Baldwin, Toni Morrison, and Ernest Hemingway who each had their own particular stories to bring that no one did at the time.

How can we say that we are writers if we don't write about things that we experience,
-things that hurt us
-things that weaken us
-things that only we could go through and that only we could face and experience life lessons from.

Writers of Today are the underdogs of today's society. The social construct that says writers will no longer exist tomorrow. That that story that beats through our shirts and is injected into us from the experiences we go through will no longer be heard.

THEY SAY WE ARE LEFT IN THE WOODS AND OUR VOICES ARE PICKED UP AND WHIRLED AWAY BY THE WINDS HOWLS!
how can this be?

Let's be more like these great writers that had a story to tell and told it well. It is most likely that yes, our mouth will be stapled shut a few times, but to endure the pain of holding in then letting the world see our thoughts in ink is much more painful.
OPEN YOUR MOUTH
SCREAM OUT LOUD
BREAK THE SOCIAL CONSTRUCT
LET THE WINDS CARRY OUR VOICES TO THE HOMES OF THE DOUBTFUL
LET US BE AS GREAT AS OUR SISTERS AND BROTHERS WHO TOLD THEIR STORY
LET US BE WRITERS AND TELL A STORY NO ONE HAS HEARD!

Why Can't I leave You

Faded shades of sky blue with sweet cologne and musk

Heavy arms, mass, weighing down from the bricks of coal sitting in your chest

Thumps, pumps, beating hot metal cooled at below 0 degrees

Vows of forbidden fruit that’s so tasteful to the lips

We vow to love and to hurt

Through manipulation and miscommunication

Til lies do us part.

But the aroma of your true love takes you away from me once more

Nature’s beauty turned grotesque,

clouds of balling fumes which chokes your lungs and you are left mummified.

I cannot speak to what I cannot grasp

And then you leave me with one phrase with a thousand possible doors.

I, of course, open the one most desirable.

"You don't care about me"

I reveal that the only way I know how.

The feeling of nothing but the grip of your hands

cocooning its way so neatly into my curves

Mouth opens and shuts into total darkness.

You are my forbidden fruit full of lyrical secretion of total nothingness

but everything that is to be this very moment.

Lyrical hummingbirds vibrating through the seams of my clothes.

And just how the days are like hours and the nights are like minutes

Is when I find that I am left with nothing but your melted body

Washing down the drain of my shower

Leaving me with that and not you

I am left with bricks from your chest

Because that’s all that falls out from your solid skin.

NO PRINTING?

Today In class the printing stopped working. So I thought to myself, what if we couldn't print?
Would that be such a horrible thing?

The total paper market is about 15.2 trillion pages worldwide and so, how much paper did we really save by eliminating one day of paper-free printing?

NOT ALOT I SAY

So what's wrong with a pencil and a piece of paper?


Why can't we write our thoughts on regular, old-fashioned, tree cut paper. Everything is about printing and typing and fast paced news. I don't see alot of people writing in journals, or taking out their notebooks to write their thoughts down. Now a days I see IPads and Kindles and Nooks...and

e-lectronic hands high on caffeine typing away.

I would love to see notebook paper, scattered around the streets of NY oozing riddled thoughts, and humerous giggles.
Fresh lead,
        paper cuts,
  squeaky erasers...

I understand the value of pencil and paper. To see your first thoughts fresh on white canvas and then erased again to start fresh again. To see black and white not yet printed but just a draft of just un-edited thought. So would a day with no printing really be a bad thing. Can we live without spell check and word count and <---
when we mess up.

CAN'T WE JUST ERASE OUR MISTAKES?

Sadly, when we press print, it's already a MISTAKE sent WORLDWIDE.

2012 Election...

This is what students of William Paterson University had to say about Govenor Chris Christie and my response to it.

“Even though he’s trying to help out, he still cut our students funding,” said Paulito Albea, 19, sophomore, criminal justice/sociology major, “That’s not fair that people with low incomes now have to find a way to pay for school and will be forced to take out more loans.”

“I don’t believe for what he stands for,” said Kerry Smalls, 20, junior, Business management and Public Relations major, “He’s trying to eliminate elementary and enrichment programs for high school and middle school students.”

“I don’t like his forms on education,” said William Frazier, 22, Environmental Earth Science major, “He’s cutting back on teaching jobs and my mother is a teacher.” Mike Grant, 19, sophomore, Business management major said that, “A lot of teachers I had in high school have lost their jobs because of the cuts that he’s made.”

“I don’t think he’s done enough as governor to move up to presidency,” Olga Correa, 21, sociology major, “He needs more experience.”

Many of these students that were asked to respond to Governor Christie's decision not to run for presidency were relieved and had a lot to say about what he has done for the state of New Jersey. Those who are education majors, or whose parents or friends are do not feel strongly towards him. Students who commented not only had their own notions about him but they also had the influences of their parents as well.

I know alot of my peers feel negative towards Christie because how it effects their family, their school, their household, and most importantly thier future. Many students did not respond positively, in fact the terms

"Asshole" was used alot.

But no judgement here. It takes alot to do what Christie does and he has indeed contributed to the state of NJ. He just needs to win the heart of students here.

It's going to be tough...

Dance..

One day...

One day I was walking back from the grocery store, several bags in hand,

when I stumbled upon a man sitting on a stoop, at the corner of an old, run-down liquor store that had been out of business for months.

Now the man seemed as though he was middle aged but, the bags under his eyes and dirt on his face added a few years on him. He had on black boots torn and scuffed at the sides, dark jeans that were dingy and frayed at the cuffs and a long trench coat that was three sizes too big for him.

But he was smiling…

Like he had just found out that his daughter graduated from college or that his wife was in the hospital ready to deliver his baby or like…

I don’t know…

Whatever it was, it stopped me in mid-step. It was like an inner peace that I’d never seen before,

Never witnessed,

 didn’t even think existed.

So curiosity and I took a step closer, leaned down towards him and asked him, ever so softly,

“Why are you smiling, sir?”

He didn’t answer. He just sat there in a daze still smiling. So I put my bags down and decided to sit on the stoop next to him and waited patiently for him to think a little bit. It was quite a while that the fierce winds were smacking the cheeks of my face so I proceeded again to ask him the same question, this time more stern.

“Sir?”

He shushed me.

“Why are you…”

He shushed me again, this time bringing my volume level in balance with his.

“Just look,” he said pointing to the people in the streets. They were arguing. The lady with the two kids on her side thought that the man walking past her bumped her on purpose. She continued to call him inappropriate names, and threw out slanderous terms, covering her children’s ear. I thought he must have been pointing to the couple making out on the street light pole so I tapped him.

“Sir?”

“Keep looking”, he said.

Sirens and ambulances were approaching the corner,

A lady walked by with an amputated leg,

Someone just lost their wallet,

“I’M HIV POSITIVE,” she was talking to her friend on the phone and began to cry hysterically

I found more and more things that made me wonder why someone would smile at this.

Pain

Misery

Loss

Greed

Lust

I became aggravated at what he was showing me and I told him no one can smile at things like this.

 “This is why I’m the luckiest man alive,” he said.

I was still confused.

He took a while before he opened his mouth and when he finally did I couldn’t help but hold his hands…

 “I have the air in my lungs which circulates in my body, every day I am here I am reminded of how much other people suffer and I am blessed. I don’t take anything for granted. I am alive and well. And though I don’t have much I know I am blessed because I am still here. Nature takes care of me, I have water when it rains and just enough food in this cart to last me a meal a day. I can’t complain because I know I have a purpose on this earth. I am ready to go whenever it is my time. But until then I will smile because I am living.”

My eyes dazed into his, feeding into his every word because

It was air

It was life

It was love

He told me to take a breath in and realize what I have.

As I looked as this man, I was still at awe that he found happiness in being poor. He didn’t complain about life or his situation or that he hadn’t washed or eaten or slept in a bed or…

I didn’t say much after that but…

“Thank you sir,”

I left my groceries next to him and left.

Every day I would visit him, sit on the stoop next to him, and watch the world in front of me.

I soon began to smile.

A Utopian World of Children

One morning I thought, what would it be like if I were a child again. I thought it should be one of the stories I will soon write. Please leave your feedbacks, comments, and thoughts....

When we think about children, we think innocence, purity, and free spirited. They play around all day and don't expect the world to turn against them. Playing in the dirt, getting their hands muddy, eating worms, laughing and giggling, the world cannot be this horrible place everyone makes it out to be. Think, if children knew what we, as adults, knew would they still be considered children?

Take this picture below for instance...What do you see? I see race. I see gender. I see three four totally different individuals playing together. They are indeed different. They all have different qualities, different parents, different backgrounds and different features, so what makes them get unite and come together?

It is because they do not have the social construct that society has drilled into our nogens and it states that "we are different". As a child, everyone and everythign is all the same. Isn't it crazy to think that children will be the most faithful living things on this earth and why you may ask? Is it because they have not been taught the key ingredients that make up this society? And if that, if children are never taught, that is in school, through their parents, or by social influences, will children ever grow up to be the way the world is today? Judgmental and Unfair?

It is crazy to think that I would love to be a child again when children are limited and constricted of so many things that this world has to offer but yet children are the only living things that won't turn their backs on you. They are just innocent! Maybe children should never grow up, or be taught anything, or go to school, or be influenced by social media? Maybe, but unfortunately this is impossible!