To Langston Hughes I’ve also known rivers. I’ve known rivers trapped between cliff tops and rotting land – Black as the midnight’s reflection. I’ve known rivers beat by the Mississippi sun. I’ve watched rivers struggle to survive under Mississippi’s sons. My people are like rivers. Crashing against free […]
Author Archives: Luther Hughes
Turns out… I haven’t started my journal yet. I know, I know.. I was so excited about it. But, do you know how hard it is to find a college ruled comp. notebook..? Well, if you don’t know just know this – it’s hard! And I probably should just get a regular notebook, right? Wrong! I […]
it’s crazy to believe how strenuous blogging can become. what do you say? will your followers like you? blah, blah, blah. nevertheless, it is something worth doing. people can easily relate to you (well some people). and by blogging, you are expressing your feelings for the day. for the time. or for whenever. blogging is […]
as dark as the clouds may get, it will never know what it feels like to black – to be black is to have the shades of africa sown into the creases of your hands like mount kilimanjaro was at your fingertips. like our arms were the bridges over troubled seas – we were troubled […]
So…. I finally finished Langston Hughes’ autobiography, The Big Sea. And it was basically the greatest book I have ever read. It has immediately shot up to my number one book of all time (with The Catcher in the Rye at a close, but not that close, second). It is simply amazing! The way Hughes […]
can you tell them i never gave up? tell them that even though depression fluttered like black butterflies in my eyes, i kept going. i was a force of wind. flowing gentle enough to wipe away tears, but strong enough to pick you up when you’re down. like firecrackers on the fourth of july, tell […]
you are beautiful. a dancing beam of light, far off in the highlights of my mind. i enjoy the shape of your words as they flow into my presence – it’s like your name is a present. love me. like our lips were colored with the same song – a wonderful harmony played in the […]
This is definitely one of those posts where I’m just writing for the sake of writing. I don’t know, I can’t go too long without writing something. Luckily, I’ve been reading to kind of postpone the agonizing feeling of not writing. Nevertheless, this right here.. feels oh so good to my soul. Like, nobody should […]
they treat me like crap. and i don’t know if it’s because my hair isn’t straight enough for them. or maybe it’s because my skin is too brown. one time, i thought it was because the circumference of my lips were too big. i talked different, too. let the “er” of my words slide off […]
i know what it feels like to be haunted. to have your heart beat to the rhythm of death – like death was the only tune my fingers knew how to play. gunshots chained my freedom like fatherless men behind steel bars. it seems like niggas would rather split souls than spit bars – like […]
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