Category: Drugs
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The Police State and the Black Community: Redux

Why We Say Fuck Da Police “Get your fucking hands up now!” They surrounded the car, pointing their automatic assault rifles at the four of us sitting in a 1989 Mercedes-Benz. “Get outta da fuckin’ out the car!” “Where are the drugs?” The men thoroughly destroyed the inside interior of the vehicle. This was Memorial…
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Finding Peace in the City of Wind

“Peace is a lot like love. In order to have love, an individual must open themselves up to possible rejection and pain caused by another. Just like a community might risk war by opening themselves up to another community. To have peace or love, there is always some type of vulnerability that must be shown.…
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Depression, Struggle, and My Road to Self-Worth

The Big 3-0 Turning thirty years old personally for me was a significant milestone and a year of significant transition. During my time growing up on Chicago’s South and West sides, I was placed in various foster homes starting at the tender age of three-years-old. Fortunately, I was adopted at the age of twelve. When…