Author: Melanated39

General Giana

A soul that stands for nothing falls for everything.

A leader fights alongside their people.

The weakest man is one who never tries.

Failure is the greatest companion to a wise man.

Thought after thought

Fear

Worry

The end?

The end…

The Frequency Of Compulsion

Swan-like gestures.

Literal perfection.

The frequency of compulsion.

The frequency of desire.

Inhale

Exhale

Hold

Fall

My body rotated on the silver lining of my life, and with each turn of my vessel around the pole came its descension in a graceful manner that had my own essence becoming hypnotized to fall into a trance that aligned with a frequency that could capture one’s mind as my legs divided to hold the formation of a split.

Alpha Zaelah Book Two: Love & War

I wasn’t her daughter.

Ariella wasn’t my sister.

Dante wasn’t my brother.

They weren’t my family, not by blood, so who was?

Who was my mother?

Who was my father?

Did I have a sister?

Did I have a brother?

Many questions about my real family began to fill my mind, but I knew no one here could answer them except my real parents.

Sankof Mafia: Book One

The Forgotten Book One: Chapter Four

A king with a crown,
An afro I call my own,
As I step, bend, rock, drop,
It stays firm and continues to float.

Its defiance of gravity,
Contradicts the science of gravity.

Alpha Zaelah Book One: Realities Demise

The fresh smell of blood outstretched its hand to greet my nostrils as the screams from outside continued to invade my attentive ears. I tried to ignore it, but the reality of men and women losing their lives in a battle fueled by the werewolves was one that could not be overlooked.

No matter the number of soldiers we had sacrificing their lives for us, for their people, we knew deep down it wasn’t enough to keep the monsters from taking our kingdom as they did many others.

I knew there was no way we could defeat them, they were beasts after all.

Beasts with one intent, which was to kill.

Hope was the only thing keeping me going, and I was fearful that it was only a barrier that subconsciously blinded me from reality. This sense of hope kept us fighting a battle that we knew was already lost.

The hope of freedom.

The hope of living a life without fear of the woods.

Kept us fighting a war that could never be won.

Surviving The Riptide

Riptide Book Two

The sound of sirens continued to fall from the television and into the atmosphere in a noisy manner, and I shook my head slightly knowing that it was the sign of another lost life, as sad as it was, it was reality, my people died every day simply because of their skin.

Keep Me Engaged

“Jabari.” He replied with amusement in his tone as he outstretched his hand towards me.

“It’s nice to meet you, Jabari.” I expressed as I took his hand in mine to offer a few small shakes.

“You’re not going to give me your name?” Jabari inquired, letting me know that he expected the gesture to be returned the second he had offered his.

“You have to catch my interest first,”

Picture Us

“You know these pictures show you how I see you,” I confessed the second I had returned to my designated spot.

“Really?” She asked as I gazed into the viewfinder once more.

“Yeah, because for me to prepare you to take the picture there has to be an image in my head,” I started.

CLICK!

“An image that has been formulated from my own perception,” I continued.

CLICK!

“From me seeing you over and over again. And from this image, I tell you how to sit among other things so you can reflect how I see you when you’re not here and I think of you,” I finished while watching as her face split into a shy smile through the viewfinder.

Beautiful.

Dear Women Of African Descent

Dear Women Of African Descent,

Does my melanin offend you?
Is the flesh manifestation of the sun and gold too much for your eyes?
Do I look too much like the person in the mirror that you seem to despise?

Your Reflection,
A Man Of African Descent.