Written by C Hues
January 4, 2023
There once was a man with no filter. He thought he was smart and off-kilter. He cursed an old lady. She fell down at 80. And now he’s in jail cause he killed her.
LOVE OF LITERATURE AND HISTORY
Written by C Hues
January 4, 2023
There once was a man with no filter. He thought he was smart and off-kilter. He cursed an old lady. She fell down at 80. And now he’s in jail cause he killed her.
Written by C Hues
January 3, 2023
Time is never fixed. So, my phone must be broken. The time just stands still.
Written by C Hues
January 1, 2023
I’ve learned that outcasts and misfits can be heroes or villains. I’ve learned that power doesn’t have to corrupt— That bad people can grow, and that good people can decay. I can hear each SNIKT! as if I’m there too. When I’m at my lowest and the world seems unreal, I learn how to heal. Bullets may not bounce off my chest, I may get hurt— But I’m never down for long. I learn that faith is more than what I see, And that responsibility means believing in more than me. I’ve learned that people who look like me can be great And that our destiny is not determined by fate. I learned that we are powerful and underestimated. Our origins are strong, and our story will never end.
Written by C Hues
January 1, 2023
January 1st. The start of a brand-new year. Same old Commanders.
Written by C Hues
December 29, 2022
What is inheritance? Is it a monetary gain, passed down through surnames? When we talk of inheritance, we talk of spirit— The soul that the slave owners tried to snuff out, When they raped us to exert power. But our soul is strong and survives To sing our people’s song. Inheritance is what led those who gained freedom To know that they were not truly free Until all their brothers and sisters were free too. It is the soul of Tubman, that passed down to Rosa When she stood for her sister, Recy. We will sing our people’s song. We have gained an anthem. Our anthem is power of another kind. For my Black and Indigenous ancestors, who lost their lives Protecting their freedom, preserving peace for all— Know that your soul has survived. We have inherited, As Faulkner said, the power to endure. But more than that— We are America. America’s soul is strong.