D.C.@UN-BrokenGRAMMAR
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Artist, Writer, Development Specialist@ UN-broken Grammar. Aspiring best-selling Author. Entrepreneur, graphic designer, @PaPco Designz.
Stories (23/0)
M.L.K. Jr.
Please understand, by no means do I assume progression has not been made. Try if you can to see it from my perspective. If any way conceivable. 1968 was said to be the beginning of a dream and for most the conclusion of political enslavement. Thanks to the media at the time, presumably mostly white-controlled, nationwide attention was given. M.L.K. Jr.'s well-known activism made him from my point of view, a celebrity figure. As destiny would see fit, the son of a pastor was to become the definition of non-violence, orchestrator of peace, and a vision of Afro-American dignity at its most high. His testimony of reaching the mountain top not only was inspiring but historical. So many men of ethnicity are worthy to be honored. Not only is Black History but History altogether. A man of considerable faith and courage is my definite aspiration. This is spoken of a man I can only dream to emulate. The legacy and remembrance of such a man are stamped. Nothing can remove this man's mountain of symbolism.
By D.C.@UN-BrokenGRAMMAR2 years ago in Humans
#Help4theHopefull
HELP FOR THE HOPEFULL, my ultimate gift of giving back to the community I love. This non-profit organization is fully mentally and consciously equipped. Designed to create new achievers and dreamers. Develop strong thinkers and produce self-efficiency. Instill a new way of successfully thinking.
By D.C.@UN-BrokenGRAMMAR2 years ago in Motivation
#ThePact
As I can so vividly recall, never has anger or evil intentions been quick to entertain your tongue. You are the person I look to for brotherly advice. You were that coach who taught me the importance of teamwork. You taught me how to manually operate a vehicle, how chess is played, and most importantly, you sat by my side and explained the game of life. My Brother, You're the only reason I'm able to differentiate and understand my prodigal existence. As close as we could come to one another, was by cosmic fate, the date of our birth. Yours being sept. 18th, and mine, sept. the 19th. This was always something I took notice of and much pride in. Even though you were already established, as a baby you took me in. I know you can hear my heart beating in gratitude, Thank you, my dearest Brother...
By D.C.@UN-BrokenGRAMMAR2 years ago in Families
On The Bench!
New Year's Eve. 2021, being the average sports fan /enthusiast that I am, I can't help but wonder and imagine what the upcoming year will bring to the sports world. Over the years I've come to realize nothing is off the table. There is always something or someone to be placed under a microscope. There is always a year-round opportunity for professional athletes to be ridiculed and rattled off their high horses. The media more so takes this underhanded responsibility in full stride. I can always depend on sports networks and so-called sports analysts, to be my first, immediate source for the latest foolery and gossip in sports. Now a day, it does not even matter if the news is true are not. Sadly our society could probably care less. All most of us Die Hard sports heads want is action. To see our favorite players cause havoc! On the field of their craft or course. What's more exciting than seeing K.D. drop 50 with a game-winning 3 point buzzer-beater. Or What could top watching a 50- year old winning the Super Bowl. For me not a lot. The last couple of years has had a major effect on the sporting nation. The introduction of the coronavirus has been sudden and impactful. This non-discriminating germ has sat on every bench in the N.B.A., found its way in N.F.L. locker rooms, and so on. How could anyone think a billion-dollar industry would be exempt from the pandemonium of this so-called pandemic.
By D.C.@UN-BrokenGRAMMAR2 years ago in Unbalanced
JUST us
Every morning Dianne would call or text my phone to alert me that she was leaving her house for school. Dianne was very punctual, and smart. How I was able to make her my girlfriend, only God knows. I met Dianne last year at a community church of all places. Our neighboring schools had joined forces to raise money for our student body's summer trip fund. I Was a junior, and she was what I thought to be the coolest, most fly white girl in Hazelwood. We had become closer than friends after we found out we both had a love for fashion, and making music. Although she was a freshman, she was more mature and pleasingly cornbread thick. Most of the kids in our schools were uneducated, unapproving, haters. Many people, adults as well looked at interracial relationships with a crooked eye. In a moment of what I had considered a growing attraction, neither I or Dianne gave a second concern of what people thought.
By D.C.@UN-BrokenGRAMMAR2 years ago in Humans
WHY SO MUCH?
To My World, You are the sun and the moon that revolves around the world you gave me, "LIFE". That gift cannot be replaced or duplicated for that matter. The D.N.A., and unique print designed by two architects I call my parents, is more appreciated than you will ever know. The level of admiration I have for you is off the charts. You are seen only as a King and Queen, on their throne. The value of this kingdom; otherwise known as our family tree, is a treasure. I can only keep our memories and experiences under full lock, and key. When I look back, I only remember feelings of unity and togetherness. The values instilled as a child have never left my side and never will!
By D.C.@UN-BrokenGRAMMAR2 years ago in Families
ELEMENT OF SUPRISE
This morning's sunrise was exceptional, and the start of an amazing adventure. Element, was a miracle in itself, if not been for the care of its native Indian Tribe, this horse would have died a birth. Element's heritage was rich in a native culture revered, and true to its Sioux beginnings. His father, Star chaser, was a strong and trusted steed, whose bloodline was reserved for Chief Raging Bull's prominent legacy. Of all the Breed that roamed the land, star chaser was the most majestic, and finest of its kind. As time would tell Element would not only become a legend of his own but a symbol of freedom and healing. A guide for the broken-hearted and special spirits that had lost their way. Today was Elements born day. Unknowingly to his present owners, this was a magical day. No one on the farm could foresee the day's upcoming events. No one that is except a prize stallion, and his two newfound companions. After wake-up call and breakfast, the usual schedule was our first support group of the day, a meditation session to get our brains functioning and activated. I'd enjoyed this group for a number of reasons. One I had been feeling better than ever, and most of all since my arrival at the center I'd been in confrontation with my lower self. With the technique's I'd learned in this group, I was applying the pressure needed to overcome the insanity which led me to this point of humility and new beginnings. This group was only an hour and was over as quickly as it began. I imagined it was because I enjoyed it so much.
By D.C.@UN-BrokenGRAMMAR2 years ago in Fiction
A LEGENDARY CONTRACT
I had an imaginary belief that I was in complete control over my life, and the outcome thereof. In a nutshell, I was on point, so I thought. My overall ambition was to exceed any, and all expectations. Born in poverty and grim conditions, the environment in which I was raised had shown no mercy. The only fame, and fortune to attain was the street persona. The neighborhood/streetlife was apparent, and very much connected to inner-city living; and an only option for most of its residents. To escape this socially accepted fate was of the slimmest percentile. An overwhelming number of family and friends had become victims to the senseless reality of urban communities near and Worldwide. To the amazement of a treacherous society, I'd beaten the odds. I had to this point took all of life's pain and hurt and made it my own. As a young adult, I decided to love the pain-, and all it had to offer. I knew that it would eventually define my character, and hopefully have some mercy on the future man at hand. How much heartache can one man's soul bare. Is there an end to be seen? Or is pleasure and pain intertwined to carry me throughout this gift of living. Lord knows, and only time will tell. My mission is no dought written in stone, lest my creator chose sand, so my story can be corrected if need be.
By D.C.@UN-BrokenGRAMMAR2 years ago in Fiction
Community Cultivation
In the heart of the city, there are blocks, after block of abandoned homes. Vacant buildings that were once promising businesses are now community eyesores neighborhood hazards and safe havens for rats, filth, and sadly the homeless. These high-risk areas attract crime, and in many areas drug activity. Many of these areas are historical and rich with history. I often wonder why city officials seem to ignore the obvious deterioration of our once beautiful, and productive city. I imagine we, who live in these communities no doubt must, take action, show more than initiative if we plan on saving our land, being purposeful. and having community growth.
By D.C.@UN-BrokenGRAMMAR2 years ago in Earth
JUST us
Every morning Dianne would call or text my phone to alert me that she was leaving her house for school. Dianne was very punctual, and smart. How I was able to make her my girlfriend, only God knows. I met Dianne last year at a community church of all places. Our neighboring schools had joined forces to raise money for our student body's summer trip fund. I Was a junior, and she was what I thought to be the coolest, flyest white girl in Hazelwood. We had become closer than friends after we found out we both had a love for fashion, and making music. Although she was a freshman, she was more mature and pleasingly cornbread thick. Most of the kids in our schools were uneducated, unapproving, haters. Many people, adults as well looked at interracial relationships with a crooked eye. In a moment of what I had considered a growing attraction, neither I nor Dianne gave a second concern of what people thought.
By D.C.@UN-BrokenGRAMMAR2 years ago in Fiction