I’m sorry Trayvon

When I see this photo, yes, I see Trayvon Martin. Guess what else I see? I see the face of my sons. I see the face of all of our sons and I am angered. I am hurt. The fact that this motherfucker is walking around a free man is one thing. Signing packs of…

Rainbows…

So I woke up this morning with a lot on my mind. This isn’t unusual because, I am an overthinker. It’s kind of what I do. I call it a gift and a curse. It has it’s benefits, but it also has it’s cons. Any who, without going into too many details about my entire…