KrisMarshall
Bio
writer / filmmaker
Stories (4/0)
Soldiers of The Hood.
Being in the hood has the same similarities of being a soldier in the army. You have to manouver in ways and strategize so you won’t get kilt by the enemy. The tragic part about this is the enemy looks just like you. Same skin. Same hair. Same walk. So who do you trust? You can only trust your men/women. Your platoon. Your round of soldiers in the cold heep of the urban life that every black person has to go through. As a soldier of the hood, you can’t wear clothes similar in color of the enemy. That will get you kilt in the wrong territory. You must know your territories. You can’t be out lost in battle, cause once you step out your home it’s war. For neutral ground, only neutral colors.
By KrisMarshall4 years ago in The Swamp
France
For me, France was war for the sake of a dream. Modeling, was the objective for my trip to France.Alone only me. Phone turned off because of an overdue bill. Why am I not enjoying France?Traveling, viewing the grassy knolls, to get to the country side. The coldest day of the year they called it. Here in France.
By KrisMarshall4 years ago in Poets
Chicago Bob Lady
Chicago Bob Lady, she’s one of a kind. You’re scared to approach her because of her stern facial expression. She’s unbothered and looks angry to you but she seems to be having a great day. She’s finishing the smooth smoke of a cigarette. You follow her to her next destination. A feeling of creep but you must know her name. You need an excuse to start a conversation. You check your pockets to see if you have a light, she clearly is a smoker. The Chicago Bob Lady is what you’ll call her. She hits the the right corner street, as she walks into a bar. You’re right behind her, 1 foot at a time, already practicing being cool. Left foot , right foot, real slick, I like that. Open the door of the business. Once you walk in you notice something strange.... Well where the hell did she go? You just seen her so what happened? You look left, hey ! Look right, hey ! Bartender where is the Bob Lady ?! The bartender looks to her right. You do as well, and as you do, coming out the bathroom, you see.. Oh here she is. Walking towards you... In this moment nothing else matters. Notice every detail of her strut. Long legs on her, Chicago Bob Lady, a lady that brings sexual tension like electrical storms. She walks by an every man goes out their way to take a look. Even woman taking the time to take a pause at the beauty. Now the attention is on you as she is making her way to your path, what should you do, cat got ya tounge. She pops a cigarette in her mouth as she asks if you have a light. Nervous so nervous you hand her a light. As she says.... What the fuck am I supposed to do with this light bulb?
By KrisMarshall4 years ago in Filthy