Yona Vaughan
Stories (18/0)
The Brown on the Bear
The Brown on the Bear The brown of my skin adds to the origin of my name when out came a 9-pound baby with a full head of hair. My father took one look and said, “That’s a Yona over there!” Yona, means bear in the language of Tsalagi. Many don’t see the Native American in me, but it’s in my blood and the culture taught to me. Tsalagi and Nottoway comes from my father who will say I’m his warrior bear.
By Yona Vaughan 3 years ago in Poets
The Merlot Magic Baby!
In a dimly lit corner at a trendy new jazz club called "The Castle," both Lance and Gwen were enjoying the music and each other’s company on their first date. “I’m so glad you suggested this place Lance. I love the music and the atmosphere” said Gwen with a bright smile on her pretty face. “I’m so glad you’re enjoying The Castle Gwen, and that you said yes when I finally asked you out. I was afraid you were more into Arthur than you were into me.” said a relieved Lance. “Oh no Lance. He’s just a guy I have to work with. I’m so glad you got up the courage to ask me out. I heard you were pretty courageous” she said. “I try to be Gwen. I also like trying new things and heard that this place serves a magical Merlot. Would you like to try some?” said Lance with enthusiastic hope in his eyes. “I’d love some Lance” she said. “Great! Excuse me waiter. Can we please have a bottle of your magical Merlot for the table?” he said.
By Yona Vaughan 3 years ago in Humans
Ignorance is not bliss for us
Ignorance is not bliss for us Some say get over it, and never admit when an injustice is committed against minorities. Then proceed to act like authorities on racism when they cannot begin to understand living the life of a black man or woman.
By Yona Vaughan 3 years ago in Poets
