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My favorite black male poet is Indigo Moor.

I love Jean Toomer’s Cane.

I want to say I’m black and proud.

I’m black. I’m black and beautiful. This is me. I accept the me I can see. It’s the me I couldn’t always see.

I love how growing up feels.

I remember me the self conscious bullied little black girl and now I have clothes and a college degree.

When life gives you lemons make lemonade.

You only get one life. Try to make the best choices you can.

Whenever I think of being in a corn maze…

I think of Ba Ba Black sheep and elementary schools I would work at.

I need to be able to pass the Praxis Core.

I will be taking the Praxis Core for Educators test the Reading test in February. I need to get at least a 156 will be a passing score.

I remember the Remember The Time music video.

I wonder why Michael Jackson’s family all had surgeries and use bleaching creams.

I love the Credit Karma app on my phone.

I love the poetry book Alfred Encarnacion signed for me that I purchased at Hickory Corner branch library The Outskirts of Karma. Thank you Alfred! I love your sketches and poems.

To feel good about yourself is to know you are the color you are for a reason.

God created me a black beauty and that’s what I am!

I would never join a Greek organization.

I found myself through writing poetry, blogging, and keeping journals. I would never join a fraternity or a sorority. From brown paper bags to hazing I like going to sports games but I don’t want to bring back frats and sororities after Spike Lee’s School Daze.