The name is Alex. 21 years of age, a writer living in Birmingham, Alabama and this is my blog. Consist of thing I love such as poetry, spoken word, nature, art, beautiful black women (and those of other ethnicities but black women take priority because nothing compares to them), things that inspire and educate, and a little randomness. You have any questions feel free to ask.
Read more than you write. In expressing the ambition to be a writer, you are committing yourself to the community of other writers. Your originality will mean nothing unless you can understand the originality of others. What we call originality is little more than the fine blending of influences.
Be ruthless in your use of what you’ve seen and what you’ve experienced. Add your imagination, so that where invention ends and reality begins is undetectable.
Be courageous. Nothing human should be far from you.
My mom is a racist. When she watches the news she’s able to tell by the way the victim was hurt if the suspect was black or white.
Fox News: A man was stabbed nearly to death in a park 6:30 Sunday morning.
My Mom: I bet a white man did it. Black people don’t even get up that early. We don’t even kill on Sundays. That’s the lord’s day.