What you see...

I Am A Man,
A Black Man...

I Hold Myself To A Higher Standard
Because I Say,
I Am A Man.
A Black Man.
People Will Expect Things Of Me
Because I Say,
I Am A Man.
A Black Man.
I Feel A Certain Way,
Because I Say,
I Am A Man.
A Black Man.
What Do You See,
When I Say,
I Am A Man,
A Black Man?
Will You Treat Me As,
Will You Respect Me As,
A Man,
Or A Black Man?


Mykl "Jazz"... (continue reading)

THE LAST BIKER!

The Last Biker...The old ones stand out now, their numbers dwindling down. They're sad loss to the American scene, these individualists with the worn down clothes, saddles and faces. You can still see them sometimes, the real ones, some in packs, not as large as a while ago, sometimes alone.

The alone one is the best. One who's been there a long time, staying in the life he loves, never giving into a system that sucks you up like a vortex if you slip just one foot... (continue reading)