It just came out…it was like something took a hold of me…I felt like I was exiting my body…I was empowered to ‘parent’. Grandma was not having too much difficulty with Bryson and Brandon, a set of five year old twin black boys. They were busy…needing attention. Happy to be with Grandma at the grocery store, and excited about: “Look, Brandon we can sit at the table like we are businessmen.” I was two feet away from B and B. We were in the Starbucks section of Kroger. The restroom is adjacent to the seating area with tables. I share this space with men and women from all walks of life. Homeless…mentally ill…non-English speakers…the hungry who wait for the ideal moment to steal a prepared meal from the refrigeration case…aspiring entertainers…writers like me…job hunters like me…and pretenders pretending to be important. Today, in that very moment I was with Brandon and Bryson the wannabe Entrepreneurs. Grandma was wondering what to do with Brandon and Bryson when she en
True sacrifice is the essence of rebellion. –The Black Rebel