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Unpublished: Beggars for love (Oslo flight)

Unpublished: Beggars for love (Oslo flight)

Kenneth M
Kenneth M
poem, spoken words, thoughts
2 min read
Mind is buzzing of thoughts I’ve nurtured through my stay. In all the questions I’ve sought answers to, I’ve discovered many more to be unsure of. In the stare of that man begging, wandering from wagons to streets, seeking coins to satisfy his hunger. The draw of luck may land him a bill that would make him feel satiated but not forever satisfied. He may wander, but he is far from lost. He knows where to be. He can read kindness in the patrons eyes, perhaps gambles at times, or just desperate
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I am them, we are race: human, heritage: black

Kenneth M
Kenneth M
poem, spoken words
5 min read
Strides feel heavy, I fear the very street I live on. I consider myself lucky, the man shot by the cop on tv is of a far lighter shade than I am. Yes, somehow it feels his shade mattered, because that’s the only rationalization I could come up with. My mom’s entire paternal side would all be sentenced to death just on that basis. Dark, and not of any kind, Ebony shiny dark: my heritage. So I limp, face down. I cannot explain the startled look of the guy walking across me, he’s
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The things no one will ever say

Kenneth M
Kenneth M
1 min read
No one will ever look back and see this lad having left all his heart on the line. Uncomfortably, but uncontrollably he loved all the way. The story turns into talking points. The why? The maybe you just foolish. No one will remember the zeal, the breathless moments. The commitment to do right, not only to oneself but also to those that upheld him. No one will remember the heartaches the struggle to shake off, someday it will be a senseless memory of the past. Bitter to the none forgivers. S
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MAMA

MAMA

Kenneth M
Kenneth M
poem, spoken words, thoughts, motherland
2 min read
Mama Africa Oh you of rich history, legends and tales, envious to no other, Nations of hospitality, so welcoming, duped into forsaking your own birth rights. Oh you of morals, high and unflinching, beliefs transcending supernatural, Engrained into a way of life, the way of life of the motherland. Oh you land of flourishing fauna, deep savannah, blessed soil with minerals. Oh you of plenty faith, banner to your identity, that brandishes your faith, which ever it may be, as the only way.
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Taking Flight

Taking Flight

Kenneth M
Kenneth M
travels
1 min read
It is again sort of that time of the year again, where I get to live out of my bag for 2 weeks, headed to Iceland, Denmark, Sweeden, Norway and Germany. Instead of a play by play of these oh so well covered nations, I'm inclined more to just share some of the dearest memories from it. Taking flight over the glaciers of iceland, where ice, rain, clouds, mountains, and lakes all blend to create this numbing view. wouldn't de iceland, without of course a huge touch of a very blue sky
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