Matthew Primous
Bio
I am a Black Scholar, International Scholar, & Google Scholar, & 3-Time Eber & Wein Best Poet., Nominee for Poet of the Year, 2020 Black Author Matters Winner, 2 time Akademia Excellence Essayists,& 2022 Honorary Muckrack Journalist.
Stories (277/0)
The Essence of a Woman
I remember back in those days. I remember the laughter. I remember the pain. I remember my family. And I remember my friends. Cora Jenkins was my best friend. We met in church since we were little girls. We grew up together. We ate together. We played together. When all those little boys and all those little girls at school was mean to me. Cora stood up for me. Cora would even make breakfast for me when I moved out of my family home. Cora was my favorite. I loved Cora and Cora loved me. We were friends for life. Cora has her family with Emmitt. Emmitt sweep Cora off her feet. And they were happy together for a very long time. I knew everything about them, their love, their fights, and their arguments. Don't you know Cora would call me up early in the morning just to settle an argument she had with Emmitt. I also had a family Peggy Evers. I was like Cora, a Southern Bell. I loved night walks with Jerry. Jerry was White and I was Black. And we got a long just like everyone else. We had our issues and we had our love. We were crazy about each other. And we would not let anything get between us.
By Matthew Primous4 months ago in Writers
Lawyer Lincoln's Story
I believe a man should not be judged by his color at all. A man should be judged by the actions he takes. By his mentality and ways. Justice should be blind to race, color and all other formalities. Our society must avail above ignorance. Our society must believe that all men are created equal. And in that belief should we be established as a better union. I am Abe Lincoln born Abraham Lincoln. As I finished my opening statement in the court room. A little history, did you know I was born with not much. I was born with a little but I had a mother, an Angel who taught me how to fight for myself. That Angel helped me be the man that I am today. That Angel gave me hope when I felt that no loved me in this world. That Angel's principles guided me in every course of my life. And yes I had a father, Tom. I learned at an early age that hard work and diligence means greatness. And now after reading every book I could possibly read and learning on my own. After teaching myself, after basic education about the law and after many tries entering law school. After passing law school as one of the best law student. And after becoming a young politician and seeing the major debate of our times which is slavery. I saw slavery when I was growing up. I saw the ugly and demeaning issue. And I helped a few slaves in my past. I really am disgusted and disturbed by the issue. It reminds me of a worse version of what I've been through as a child. Tom, my father did worked hard on my upbringing. I had to give up school at a young age because my father needed me to work the field for the family. I didn't mind taking care of my sister because she was younger than me and mother would wanted me to. But I knew school would make the difference. School would choose between being something and being nothing. The good side of my upbringing is I would spend my out of school childhood reading books, both the academic and the popular. And it was when I met Mary Todd that I had a desire to be something more. Especially when Mary Todd's family were well off. Mary had the same issue as me. She was traumatized by losing her mother. Her father was a little less harsher than mines. I asked her out a few times after seeing her when my father would come to her town to sell the farm goods. And my father had me working for other farmers so the family could make ends meet. I would not say it was instant love between me and Marry but it was love at first sight. I never loved anybody as hard as I loved Mary. Mary was beautiful and darling. Mary was simply love like my mother, my Angel.
By Matthew Primous4 months ago in Writers
War & Thanksgivings
It was way passed 1774 when the Continental Congress declared Independence. And the war has been raging for many years, we had some wins and some losses. The colonists had the odds stack against them. And they were tired. And they were worn. And they were weary. Yet they wanted justice. They wanted justice for their families. They wanted justice for their children. They wanted justice for their lands. And they weren't ready to give up. They weren't ready to give in. The colonists had fearless leaders from the Continental Congress to the Generals and one of them was George Washington. Washington invested everything he had in the war. And he was determined to win. He was determined to fight to the bitter end. He was experienced and disciplined in duty and service. And he knew how to effectively move Congress and his men. Most people in those days called him the General. The General was always giving his troops, parties and paying for marriages and giving awards when they completed a mission. The General was well protected and well loved by his troops. Everywhere he went there were colonists who became apart of the cause. There were colonists who willingly spied on British Redcoats. There were colonists who risk their lives to help us. And the colonists were united. Those Redcoats were merciless. They were cruel. They treated the colonists like servants even in their own house. And they ate their food, took their clothes, consume their supplies and lied in their Master's Bedroom by order of the King, King George. King George ordered that if the colonists resisted giving the Redcoats access to their goods then the Redcoats could arrest them, attack them or convict them. The colonists were fed up and willing to die for the cause. They knew that they could not look back.
By Matthew Primous4 months ago in Writers
Sisters & Love
Growing up was not easy. Things happened and life changes the outcome. I was young . And I was smart. And I was college bound. Momma always said that I would be something. That I would be somebody. I love Momma. Momma was a hard worker. Olivia Newark did not stop at I love you with her children. She would work day and night to provide. And I say that because Momma had an older child named Cicelia. Cicelia was strong willed and just like Momma when she was young. She would love imitating Momma. And she got so good at it that she thought she was Momma, that's what Momma said. Cicelia was a loving child and very cute. She won a pageant when she was just six years old. And Momma said I look like her. Momma said Cicelia got to grown and to talkative when she was maturing. And Momma sought her away and sign her up to the military. I'm Cissy. I never tried Momma like that. I always obeyed because Momma was like my hero. She was the most important person in my life. Especially since I did not know my father. He left us after I was born. Momma said father just bail out on us and walk away. So Momma was my mother, she was my best friend and she was my hero. I love hearing Momma's stories about work and doing the right thing. Momma would get so much into her stories that she would act out the parts. And I would be thrill as a child and she made me laugh as a young woman. Momma made me feel at home. Ever so often Cicelia would write from the military but Momma would not read the letters. Momma would ask me to read and tell her the jest. Momma wanted to know if she was okay and doing good. So I would read the letters and report back to Momma. Momma would look worried and fret but be relieved when she hear that my older sister was okay.
By Matthew Primous4 months ago in Writers
The Band
It was the 70's. The time of music was this era. And we were ready to rock and get to the top. We were ready to conquer Pop too with R&B and Blues. We were still young. Still kicking it. We were ambitious. We were brothers. We cared for each other. We stick up for each other. We lift each other. Our dreams were the same. Our dreams were one. Our band St. James was the new sound. We were to new rockers of our time. We were hopeful. We were strong willed. And everybody knew it. I am Johnny. My other band mates are Jonathan, Caleb, and Bradley. Jonathan was the oldest and he loved to rock the guitar. He always had the itch to add funk to the song. He really was a true rocker. And the fans really love him. Caleb was the youngest. Caleb was everybody's little brother. He always would do something risky on stage and get the fans rowdy. And Bradley was the songwriter, every beat and every word that gets to him, he would make into a song. And the song would take over the airwaves. And me Johnny I was the bandleader, I was the lead singer who could bring the act together. We were upcoming stars. We were on our way to stardom. We were ready to be legends.
By Matthew Primous4 months ago in Writers
For the love of Maya
It's the Summer of the late1960's era, when I attended class at Brockman College. I was young. I was smart. I was in love. Every course in school got deeper and deeper. I got more into my courses. I wanted to learn. I wanted to be something. But Cindy was there too, she was lovely. She was special and she was funny. I was in love. I couldn't stop laughing around her. Ahh Cindy Kelly, I wondered if she liked me. I wondered if she notice me in class. I wanted to be with her. I wanted her more and more each day. But who would want to be Mrs. Dave Bankee. Why couldn't my parents give me a romantic name like Sted or Marvin. I had to be named Dave. I eventually worked my way around it. I got into the notion that if I be the smartest then the right woman would come along and be mines. Ever since I was 13, I knew I wanted to get married and have children. But I knew that I had to be something, Momma said you have to be the smartest. And Dad said you have do your best. I took my parents' advice seriously as an only child. My mother was preparing me for the woman of my dreams. My father was telling me how to be the man I wanted to be. And now I am in college after passing basic education with flying colors as the old saying says. I never had time for girls. I never had time to be popular. Even in elementary, the most popular girl wanted me to be her boyfriend however I let her down gently blaming my mother. And in middle school when I made straight A's and was lifting weights. Mom said I could have a girlfriend. I did see this hot German American girl in middle school and she had a Coca-Cola bottle shape. I would pay attention in class. But she was definitely a distraction especially when she stretch in my view just about every week. A lot of guys liked her and it got so bad that a group of boys were gonna come after her. I became her best friend, risk my life for her. And I said If you touch her I will beat you. The group of boys left and she hug and kiss me. However her parents thank me and moved her to another school. Then in high school, I was so smart that I was tutoring other students in math and chemistry. I met this beautiful Hispanic girl, she could sure enough wear a beautiful outfit. She was one aisle away from me. And she was my fantasy. She finally worked with me. And I told her my secret to Chemistry that it is just like cooking. And she passed and I was in the Top Ten Percent of Chemistry in the whole county.
By Matthew Primous4 months ago in Writers
Let it snow
It was 1950 all over again. Summer has passed. Fall has ended. And Winter begin. I had my heart set on Christmas. I love Christmas the lights. The singing and the caroling, everything was just about joy and laughing. And I could not wait for my presents. My life was surrounded by Christmas. And the community would come together just time for Christmas. Heather Boeski is my name. My family would do every tradition that they could think of in the books. I could not help myself. I was young and adventurous. My family love doing something adventurous especially around Christmas. There's nothing like a good holiday. People laughing and children playing. People hoping and love felt everywhere. I remember when I was young and naïve. Nothing could stop me. I would put my hope into the wondrous snow. If its a White Christmas then it is a good Christmas. I would make snow angels with Mom and Dad. I love looking at the beautiful flakes on Christmas. I love tasting the flakes from the sky. And I love hearing Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas song. And drinking hot chocolate by the fireplace. So till Christmas, I would look forward to seeing Dr. Holub. He was the family physician. He was a good man who did no wrong. He also sponsored the Community Christmas Tree. Dr. Holub recommended celebrating traditions and holidays so patients would get over the gloom of winter. But today was different, weeks coming near, I had to see Dr. Holub. And he was not like himself usually. He was a little down and trying to be gentle as he broke it down to me about this Christmas. He said " I am so sorry Heather. Christmas made be a green Christmas. All those children in the community are gonna be sad. All those children and families without snow to play in. Sorry to break it down to you." Heather begins to frown and feel sad. She begin to cry. And Dr. Holub pat her on the shoulder. Dr. Holub tries to cheer her up and give her a lollypop.
By Matthew Primous4 months ago in Writers
For President
I like Jefferson, Thomas Jefferson. Not for his livelihood or the slavery issue. But Thomas Jefferson embodied the American Dream into his unique ideology. It was Jefferson who pinned the words life, liberty and pursuit of happiness. It was Jefferson who eloquently declared our Declaration of Independence. I am honored to be president. I am honored to stand for those ideologies. I am honored to be the Executive who can make America a more peaceful, friendly and just nation, said President Pope. And at the news conference for his reelection he announced that he would seek a second term with his vice president Ms. Robinham who was from Wyoming. In the current polls, Pope has a leading charge because of his war record and the economy. And because Pope chose a woman to be his vice president. Ms. Robinham served as Wyoming's longest governor before becoming the vice president. And she was a strong, mid-age, and determined woman who earned her stripes in politics. Pope met Robinham when they both were competing for the Democratic nomination. Pope overwhemingly won because he was a war hero and he knew how to lead and charge. Pope used his successful military career. And he used his charm as an experience politician plus seeing he was a presidential favorite. Pope had numerous of endorsements. And he was experienced in politics as a longtime Congressional Representative from California. He made numerous of friends in Washington working on both sides of the aisle and using bipartisanship as a key part of his legacy. Pope was always successful, it took him four times to actually win the nomination. And his first was that he was too young. And his second and third, voters felt it was not the right time for his presidency. Then Pope waited long enough and work hard enough, and he overwhemingly won the nomination which lead to his first term.
By Matthew Primous4 months ago in Writers
The Story of the Beautiful Scars
I once was beautiful. I had the world at my doorsteps. I was loved by many. I was the heart of my people. People from around the world would come to see me. They would come to meet me at my father's mansion. I was the delight of many. It wasn't always like that. I did not always think highly of myself. I did not always gloated. It so happened that I met this fairy woman who told me everything I wanted. She told me everything that I could be . She impressed my father. She came to my father's mansion and she convinced him to let me see the world. And I wanted to be free. I wanted the adventure. And father allowed me to travel with some servants. I was so happy. And the Fairy Woman gave me a contract and she said I could get out of it whenever. And after I signed the contract, she said Sign your life away. I never knew what that meant. But I was free to discovered and to be discovered. I was no longer a beauty statue in my father's museum.
By Matthew Primous4 months ago in Writers
The Legend of the Strongest Man
I once was strong. I used to lift many barrens of water. I was the pride of my people. I could ride with the best of them. I could swim with the fastest of them. When I was young I lifted 4,000 pounds with my strong back and my strong legs. My people were a strong people. We were a smart people. We were a united people. We've been on the land for thousands of years and we thrived ever hundred years. We built this land. We reshaped this land. We grew with the wind. And we grew with the sun. And we grew with the trees. And we grew with the flowers. And our cattle ate from the grass. We were the original people. We were the original destiny of the land. And it so happened that other tribes started to face a drought and their land was not good in shape. And they kept requesting assistance food and water from us. My father was the Chief. He was a proud man. He was a great man. He was mighty warrior. And he understood the need of the other tribes but he could not jeopardize the need of his tribe. He would reason and provide as much supply as possible to these tribes. And most of the tribes were thankful except one who was led by a Shamma.
By Matthew Primous4 months ago in Writers
The First Cowboy
Way back in the West before cowboys were famous. They used to call them cow hand. They would call the black helpers cowboys. In those days, everything was divided. There was no integration or sharing of help. The cowboys who weren't boys at all but grown men but because of their color they were called boys. They went through a lot in the West. They almost would not survive but they knew how to survive. They come too far just to give up and turn around. They were valiant men. They were loyal men. They loved their country. And they were willing to die for their cause. And the baddest of them was Jared. Jared was an orphan and adopted by a military captain. Jared was the roughest and meanest. And he was not afraid to fight with some cow hand. He knew how to outsmart them and the law if need be. He was the leader of the cowboys. And they were proud of him. And they knew that they could depend upon him. They swore that they will never leave anyone behind and that when they had to fight that they will fight with honor.
By Matthew Primous4 months ago in Writers
A Twist of Fate
I come from a proud historic past. My family lived here since the 1800's. We've been proud of our roots and where we came from. We come from the island. The island where there is always a celebration. We love to dance. We love to sing. We love. We love everything about our culture. My first love was the food that my mother cooked. She would make everything you could think in the Cuban cuisine. And my family would love to gather around the table and enjoy a good meal. That's what inspired me to cook. I wanted to cook since age 12. And I finally got my chance in school, there was a baking contest in Home Economics. I was dying to show how good of a cook I was especially for Papi. Oohh Papi was fine. He was smart. He was strong. And he was every woman dream. Papi blowed my mind the time he sat next to me in the classroom. And he was sweet, he had the nicest attitude. Even when I was acting clumsy, Papi would gently smile. And so I wanted to bake my mother's special Cuban cuisine. And she showed me how many times but I got kinda of nervous. And she stopped the last time and asked me what was a matter. I said Papi is gonna eat some and I don't know what he is gonna think. And my mother stopped and hugged me and kiss me on the forehead. She said Maime' everything is gonna be okay. But I said Mommie that mean girl Pristine is gonna be there. She and her gang of friends. They are always picking on me. And she wants Papi. And she is the meanest girl in the whole school. Plus she rich and gets anything she wants. My mother said Maime' don't worry girl. You got this. You are pretty. You are smart. You are beautiful. I said Okay okay Mommie.
By Matthew Primous4 months ago in Writers