by Neo Blaqness | Observations, Reflections |
When dad whooped us, we knew exactly why because he never came out of his feelings with it. It was never personal except to drive home the point. There was no hug later. There was instead an expectation that he would not have to do it again.
by Neo Blaqness | Brown Girl, Poetry |
DEJA WHO by Neo Blaqness Maybe in your mind it was nuthin but a thing another midnight booty call unworthy of a ring and maybe the only thing she thought was about getting high and getting off but that don’t excuse either of you for what 9 months later would...
by Neo Blaqness | Ask Neo, Letters |
A young lady on my page is 19 years old and asked a simple question last night, “Am I pretty?”. Within minutes a 30 year old dude chimes in and says “No. You sexy”.
by Neo Blaqness | Ask Neo, Letters |
What happens far too often in our community is we have unprotected sex for lustful reasons without consideration that a child needs the love and support of both the parents WHO ACTUALLY MADE THEM, then we decide after the fact that person is really not for us so we all keep trading mates until we get what we want- forget that we just totally screwed over a child for our own selfish reasons and then wonder why so many of our kids are so messed up.
by Neo Blaqness | Brown Girl, Poetry |
CLICK BELOW TO LISTEN DADDY CAN YOU SEE ME by Neo Blaqness Daddy can you see me I know I’m just a girl I may not be the boy you wanted but to me you are my world even though you’ve never seen me I’m told it’s you that’s in my eyes and the silly way I laugh I wonder...
by Neo Blaqness | Family, Fatherhood Stories |
IN HONOR OF THIS PAST FATHER’S DAY I WOULD LIKE TO SHARE WITH YOU A FEW THOUGHTS. THERE ARE NO PERFECT PEOPLE THEREFORE THERE ARE NO PERFECT PARENTS. BUT FOR THOSE OF US WHO HAD THE BENEFIT OF A FATHER, I THINK WE NEED TO SHARE THOSE EXPERIENCES. THIS POST IS FROM MY MEMORIES OF CHILDHOOD
by Neo Blaqness | Brown Girl, Poetry |
CLICK BELOW TO LISTEN WHEN BROTHERS MEET ~By Neo Blaqness~ Today I met my brother, as I was walking across the street Tis true we share no mother but that’s not how it is when brothers meet In family skin is how we begin and truly recognize Be that of wealth or...