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Words of the struggle for the struggle. Guiding you through all hard times. Ultimately leading to the ultimate success.

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"This is more than words. This is the voice of generations flowing through me. Read carefully, feel it, and let it rise in you." This poem is a declaration of ancestral power and resilience. It carries the voices of generations whose strength, courage, and sacrifices are etched into the blood and bones of their descendants. Every barefoot step, every whispered song, every secret dance is alive in the speaker. It honors the women who walked through storms, healed with herbs, and sang beneath the moonlight; the ancestors whose prayers and sacrifices built the foundation for survival against impossible odds. This poem reminds us that every tear we shed, every step we take, every breath we draw, is an extension of those who came before. "Roots That Sing" is a tribute to the unbroken lineage of resilience, courage, and sacred hope, calling us to rise and carry the legacy forward. "Powerful illustration of a figure standing tall, surrounded by glowing, intertwining roots and ghostly silhouettes of ancestors. Symbolizes the strength, resilience, and unbroken lineage of generations flowing through one person."

A collection of thoughts provoked by the current and past climate of our nation. Speaking from the mind and soul giving hope to future.

Skella Smith, an aspiring novelist, wants to write her way out of poverty with a new and exciting idea about the state of Earth and its diminutive standing among the Sol system that has yet to come to her. Tesh, her brother and a journalist, endeavors to understand the lives of the Legacies, humanity's richest people, and give those who still live on Earth a glimpse into their foreign existence. The siblings, separated by millions of miles, come to find that the galaxy and their own home of Earth are far from what they imagined.

"A collection of poems tracing my journey through survival, growth, hope, and reflection. Each day, a new entry-a thought, a feeling, a piece of me. These are my words, finally set free."

Tales of the story of love.

In the dusty streets of Sebokeng, Vaal Triangle, a young boy navigates the fractured world of township life, where early morning bus shifts, backyard shacks, and echoing sirens form the rhythm of daily survival. Life continues bleak, vibrant, and indifferent-but something sinister stirs beneath the surface. As friends talk soccer, stolen kisses, and street tournaments, whispers spread of a name no one dares speak aloud - Velaphi. A chilling mystery unfolds as a brutal tavern fight ends in silence and shadows, and secrets from the past begin to awaken. Through the eyes of a teenage boy juggling school, siblings, and his mother's silent resilience, we're pulled into a hauntingly real narrative of broken systems, buried truths, and the growing fear of what - or who - Velaphi really is. Raw. Real. Rooted in South African township reality.

After a long and tiring day at karate class, Melody-our spirited little adventurer-comes home feeling frustrated and ready to quit. "Maybe I'm not strong enough," she whispers, slumping at the dinner table. Her mother smiles gently, prepares her a warm meal, and says, "Let me tell you about some women who never gave up." What follows is a magical, cozy, and inspiring bedtime journey where Melody listens to true stories of powerful warrior queens, fierce revolutionaries, fearless leaders, and brave defenders of their people. Each night, a new story is told-one chapter per historical woman-showcasing how real-life "sheroes" faced battles, protected their people, and changed history forever. The book combines vivid storytelling, history, and magic through Melody's imagination. As she dreams, she often sees herself standing alongside these women-learning, fighting, and growing stronger.

A remembrance about a girl fighting to freedom and fighting for family

An essay by poet and writer Troy R. Jackson.

Gun Smoke & Tears is a Jamaican street fiction that follow Jay-a quiet recruit with a loud past. He never joined the force to serve. He joined because nobody ever showed up for him. Now inside a system that move with silence and politics, Jay haffi decide if he's here to protect, survive, or flip the whole thing from the inside. Every chapter peel back the layers: trauma, street codes, betrayal, and the kind of pain that don't fade. This ain't no hero story. It's legacy in the making.

THE TWELVE Albany, Georgia. A city full of hustlers, church folks, athletes, addicts, dreamers, fighters, single mothers, deadbeat fathers, good people, bad people, and everybody in between. Born in 1978 to a seventeen-year-old mother, Jeremiah King enters a world where survival comes before comfort and reputation can follow you for a lifetime. Raised in a struggling neighborhood by family, friends, and a community that never forgets, Jeremiah grows up alongside his loyal crew, navigating poverty, school, family drama, street politics, first loves, heartbreaks, victories, and losses. At his side is Andre "Dre" Rollins, a once-in-a-generation athlete whose talent could take him anywhere if the streets don't claim him first. Waiting somewhere in the city is Luna Carter, a girl whose path will one day become forever connected to Jeremiah's. As the years pass, Albany changes. Families rise and fall. Friendships are tested. Secrets spread faster than truth. Some people escape their circumstances. Others become trapped by them. Through it all, Jeremiah must decide what kind of man he wants to become and what kind of legacy he wants to leave behind. Because one day, Jeremiah and Luna will create something bigger than themselves. The Twelve. A sweeping Southern coming-of-age saga about family, loyalty, love, reputation, survival, and the generations that come after us. In Albany, everybody knows your name. And the city never forgets.

the amalgamation of my emotions and experiences put into words the best way I know how through spoken word and short stories.

Mercer High School is a breeding ground for oversexed teens. The male student body harbors a Hit Book detailing their sexual escapades with the girls. When the girls find out, instead of getting mad, they get even by making a Hit Book of their own. What could possibly go wrong?

Walk into the home of my thoughts and you would only see me as I am. Not me as I hope to be, not me as you hope me to be, just me. Let these poems be a reflection of that space

Black Atlas is a speculative fiction anthology that reimagines pivotal moments in Black history through a blend of real events and bold fictional twists. From slavery-era time travel to present-day reckonings, each story explores a different "what if" - rewriting the past, reclaiming the present, and reshaping the future. What if you could stop a tragedy? What if one conversation changed everything? What if history wasn't finished? These are not just stories - they are alternate routes, speculative rebellions, and echoes of lives that might have been.

"Good Enough" is a raw and unapologetic spoken word piece that dives deep into the struggle of identity, self-worth, and survival in a world that still places labels, stereotypes, and barriers on Black lives. Through powerful repetition and unfiltered honesty, the poem captures the weight of depression, the silence of invisibility, and the ever-present question: When will I be seen as enough? This piece weaves together the personal battle of inner darkness with the collective reality of systemic injustice, shining light on the pain of being overlooked, underestimated, and dehumanized. It is both a cry for recognition and a mirror held up to society's ongoing failures. More than just words, "Good Enough" is a testimony-an emotional journey that gives voice to the unheard, honors the resilience of the oppressed, and demands reflection from those who listen.

This is some things I had to write in school that I think are pretty cool. Might polish them up some time and make them better. I tell what I was meant to write and then copy/paste what I did write.

In which he learns that his place in the world isn't as secure as he thought. In which he learns that the problem runs deeper than his family. In which they learn that their skin dark as night, their facial features hardened by the life they've lived, their humanity never acknowledged is warped by society to brand them as valueless.