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A failed system, or is it?


    Above is a picture of Frederico Bruno, he is accused of pushing his ex-girlfriend and 3 month old child out of a window three stories high.  He climbs down from the same window, finds a metal bar stool leg and beats her with it as she is lying on top of the 3 month old baby who broke her fall to a concrete ground.  Read that over again.  Take a deep breath.  Now who is the blame for this type of violence?  Before you go any further, let me add this too...the widow also had an air conditioner installed in it.  For real!  Who do you blame for this type of violence?  Violence has such a profound meaning.  It sure can sway any jury.  Oh did I tell you, he sliced up the victim's friend who attempted to call the police.  Yes sir!  He left them all for dead....
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© Quentin J. Tyson

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BROKEN PROMISE By V. BROWN


As a child Promise Brown lived the life that every girl in the ghetto would have loved to live. Her parents, Sweet Pea and Biggs, were the head of a fledging drug empire that stretched from coast to coast. They were way passed hood rich but refused to leave the hood—the same place that contributed to their downfall. The hood bred jealousy and envy which would ultimately affect the Brown's livelihood.Just when Promise had gotten use to the good life things went downhill. Her parents were arrested and later imprisoned because of a snitch who hid behind false pretenses causing DEFACS to step in and make her a ward of the state.Now all she wants is out! Escaping the clutches of the system, Promise runs back to her old hood. There she runs into her mother's childhood friend's nephew and together they devise a way to get paid.Promise never imagined she...
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© Valia Brown

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Anger

(c) 2011 by Oana    For years now my unborn son has followed me I don’t need to see him I know he is there He just shows up Been trying to explain to myself and to him certain things He never wants to listen He covers his ears He ignores me He follows me in the most unexpected places Hugging my pillows, hiding behind me when I go on dates Dismissing all men as unfit and stupid “Look at this one,” “He looks like Death, how can you like him?” My son cries “You can do much better than this” My baby won’t stop crying 
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