Short Story Ending It.

I mulled over the words, sounds and emotions that swelled in my heart, hmm never knew it'd come to this but I must do this for the sake of me, I am dying and continuing this miserable existence will inevidently speed my death and darken my soul. I waited for her to exit the elevators, there she was beautiful, breath-takingly beautiful even, but she has become souless, wicked and so, so self-absorbed. I smiled at her and she frowned, yeah this is how bad it has become between Maxine and I. She hugged me barely, and my heart beat-fast. She can still drag strong sexual urges from me, but that is it, I truly dislike this woman. She spoke first, "Greg, lets go to Twiggy's on Corant Street tonight baby, I want sushi, I have had a long day, my boss I know hates me, and that back stabbing bitch Hillary is the cause, Ugggh!" I hate Twiggy's, I hate sushi, I hate driving all the way downtown, especially in this snow storm. "Max, are you kidding me? When we get out in the parking lot tell me what you see, and let me know if you still wanna go all the way down-town to Twiggy's" She screwed her mouth into a frown. "Greg, I want to go, rain, sleet or snow, I am tired and I need to go and unwind, please don't take this from me darling." She touched my face, I feel horny, that is all I feel. I decided I'd do it now. "Maxine, we need to talk. I can't do this anymore, this relationship is killing me, you are an abyss, a never ending case of need!" Maxine was stunned and humliated.

Need for Representation in the media that reflect the people of Canada!

I wish to see a radio or television station wholly committed to airing programmes, news, sports from a Caribbean perspective. Also of Afro-Canadians living in Canada, postive news of them and immigrants. The main stream media disgusts me. I wish I had the funds, to broadcasts and produce quality shows what happen to the kink in my hair. I wants us to compete with Hollywood, why is it that everyday and everyday all I see are faces on T.V. that do not represent the total culture of Canada and the world for that matter. This is my ranting for now, I will come back to this more later. But I am serious though there is a need for programs, magazines to the quality of Essence here in Canada. Where is the love?

Dreams

We become like fiends because of the need to eat, to sleep, to dream, let us let the garbage go. We steal, we eat, we dream, we feel , we become like fiends.

Walking, talking, dreaming, laughing, hoping one day we can let the garbage go.

That we can stop being fiends because we need to eat. Letting the garbage go!

Bearded Lady

Around the corner she came, hips swaying, ass jumping, tits bouncing. She had an ass, a perfect ass that makes a young man's dreams all the more moist! Gave hope to an old fool that he can rise again! Breasts were round and stood firm without a bra! Mabel my pain was jealous! I stared, licked my lips, my mind busy with wicked sensual impure thoughts. I got up, I was hypnotised by the sway of her hips, jumping of her ass, the bouncing of her tits! I'm before her now! My eyes wondered, from the sweetness between her legs, to those beautiful breasts and then her face! Too bad she was bearded at the tip! Mabel smirked, I fainted!

Humiliation Doth One

Why do they oppress? Is it because they do not want to understand our lives? We are given no jobs, opportunities to be better people, instead they turn their noses up at us, are content to build more jails, throw us out of school.

Then when we rob, kill and maim, they are content to build more jails, out of silliness blame the fact that there are too many guns.

Stop the oppression that we won't feel that we will rest if we die, as this life is too humilating to live. Find the cause of our woe.