I truly didn't give a damn about telling the truth under oath; I raised my right hand with pride put left hand on the Bible and told God to forgive me silently as I close my eyes. I wanted to be picked as a juror as badly as I wanted to hit the lottery. I... Continue Reading →
Quepasa by A. Dakala
Sitting at the bar having my usual shots of tequila. Mentally I'm exhausted from work and my home life seems to be a joggling act; trying to get my house sold. Not to mention I had to curse out my next door neighbor for allowing his deranged mutt to continuously shit on my lawn after... Continue Reading →
Dirty bird by A.Dakala
Deuce "Bird" Fletcher was a name the streets ran from, was a name that nobody wanted to cross paths with. His background spoke for itself; the outside of him look like a normal African American male that had his shit together and in order. He was clean-cut, always smell good; wearing the newest colonge, clothes... Continue Reading →
A Pastor who robbed God by A. Dakala
Hethans in the church ....
Beautiful Chaos by A. Dakala
It was a match made in heaven that turn into hell. It all started on a trip to the grocery store to buy eggs and cheese for breakfast. If it wasn't for me Rushing that morning I would have gotten a basket instead of trying to hold all the groceries in my arm and that's... Continue Reading →
Searching for King by A. Dakala
As I look back on the one person that got away; I'm often reminded that I may not ever find my King. My life changed the day he left and hasn't been the same since. It was my best friend; Mary's birthday coming up next week and also Black Gay Pride anniversary in Atlanta so... Continue Reading →
Clitoris by A.Dakala
It was something about the enjoyment I got out of sucking on her clitoris. We were both very sexual homosapiens with high sex drives. I sat at work thinking of pulling her panties off as she stood there in high heels; nipples erected through her padded Victoria secrets bra. Picturing myself I'm down on my... Continue Reading →
I DO NOT look like my story by A.Dakala
Working in corporate America is similar to a domestic violence victim covering her scars with make-up. Everyone has an untold story, some bad turned good; some good turned bad. No one watches the news for good news, news is watched with the intentions of something going terribly wrong. As I was writing this I thought... Continue Reading →