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My statement on " Anton Sterling " situation.

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Guns take more lives then any other criminal activity that exists. Many more lives have been lost over the past few years. Injustice and unfairness of racism and gun control hurt many lives. My sympathy goes out to  Anton Sterling family. It's startling and upsetting to constantly keep seeing many more death's keep on happening because of hate crimes and violent acts against African American citizens.  It hurts me to see the pain on his sons face and the tears drenching in to lakes. The news on television isn't getting any better. Matter of fact, it's getting even more scarier.  The death of a black man that was shot violently has lost me speechless. Devastated and lost for words. These brutal and fatal attacks by law enforcement has gotten worse over the years. More and more fatalities are occurring.   It's becoming more and more less harder for any citizen of color or international citizen to trust law enforcement...
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The wolf - A short story.

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The Wolf. There’s a silent cry that some couldn’t hear at night. Could it possibly be my imagination kicking in vividly screaming for diving attention. Or, could it be the thirst for appearance and your imagination running wild. To and from point a and b. As an appearance to a lonely wolf, crying for attention. He’d sometimes go hunting for dinner on occasion for surviving on a daily basis. This would be one lonely wolf. In a forest lost and dazed. Looking half stunned and looking for a friend to bend and mend with. The wolf who looked half tired and half dazed also was looking for attention. Any one to make friends with.  Nothing could be heard miles and miles away from far distance. It was just him and the snow. How did he get this far. He’d wiggle his tail back and forth if he caught a bird or anything else in between. Birds don’t talk. They tweet. He thought to himself. They don’t talk. Neither does he. What was he thinking. He thought to himself. As he cried...
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A Woman With Hopes

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“A Woman With Hopes. “ I love to hear the sound of emptiness. The sound of cars passing by . Without even noticing me. I love to be quiet. Without being noticed. I love feeling empty. Without feeling accepted or feeling wanted. It’s the sudden excitement that I haven’t felt in years. Of something to do. Maybe some day. I’ll be that person again. But never the less, my dreams. My hopes suddenly stopped from shinning. I wanted to be that some body. I wanted to be that person. I wanted to be that lawyer. Maybe a divorce attorney. Or maybe an immigration attorney. But that dream suddenly stopped. When that someone told you you can’t be that someone because you’re a woman. Indeed I slammed my hand against the table angrily when I found that out. Was is it the empty stare in my eyes, or was it the no make up look that no one was expecting out of a woman not yet a girl. Or a child screaming within me begging me to come out of the shell. Which one is it. Was it? I might alth...
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