Reginald Levi Walker's blog
The Proud Seed Of An African Born Slave
For too long I've stood shackled by the confinement of shame.
The shame of knowing I'm the seed of a African born slave.
From The Prospective Of The Dying Man Who Chose To Live.
To my fellow Americans and all those who have chosen to call themselves Americans:
The Kings Of Pickens Hill - Chapter 1
Three Tons Of Kush
‘Man, get rid of that joint; we got company coming,’
The Kings Of Pickens Hill - Chapter 2
Sleeping At The Scene Of The Crime
The Kings Of Pickens Hill - Chapter 3
‘Get My Dope Back!!’
The Kings Of Pickens Hill - Chapter 4
Moore/Walker Drug War
The Kings Of Pickens Hill - Chapter 5
Searching for Justice
Blood Is Thicker Than Water
‘Get in the car, Del; he is looking for you.’
A Basket Full Of Chocolate
{This story may contain adult content. Parental consent is advised.}
Our Cheating Hearts, An Allegorical Tale
{This story contains adult content. Parental consent is advised.}
Searching For Family
Mission Complete
It was three o’clock when I returned to the comforts of the base.
I was exhausted and happy that at last another day’s duty was finally through.
Scar tissue on my heart
I am upset about you staying gone all night;
And the hateful way, you treat me lately.
Some nights, you don’t even bother to call.
How do I explain love? – The Answer
I wish I could tell you how to explain love.
However, no words can be use to vividly describe;
The joy experienced when you decided to be mine,
Preacher’s Proverbs
Mankind?
No.
Man is not kind!
If man was really kind;
We would not treat each other this way.
When that bad thought jumps in our mind;
