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She Reeled Me In” by A.Dakala
Fool me once shame on you but to fool me twice shame on me. Giving your heart to someone cold hearted is a task when they continuously show you that you mean nothing to them. Its funny how someone would stay with a person that disrespect them but disrespect the person that's trying to build... Continue Reading →
“Vermin” (A Million Roses) by A.Dakala
I knew when I walked in and saw two wine glasses in the sink, that the atmosphere would have a scent of foul play. Coleman's favorite bottle of wine was empty, and in the trash can. I guess he didn't think I would notice it. I notice everything, I'm always scanning his house when I'm... Continue Reading →
“Thirsty or Consistency” by A. Dakala
What a beautiful day in Atlanta and a wonderful time to be a prosperous, intelligent and a well put together black man. It didn't matter what your past was like before you got here; your potential was calculated on what you were doing with your life now. Yes ATL, Hotlanta or Hollywood Atlanta are some... Continue Reading →
“Plan B” by A.Dakala
Everything ended as I thought it would. So for the last few months I prayed that God would send me a Plan B. My heart wasn't strong enough to walk away since we had invested so much time building where we currently were. Seems like every time we take one step forward; we fall back... Continue Reading →
“The Karma Cafe” by A.Dakala
There are no menus or price lists. You will get served what you deserve. Afraid to go to my own house after working a ten hour shift. I knew he would be there sitting in the living room drinking as usual; waiting for any reason to act out of character or blame me for cheating.... Continue Reading →
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“A Devil Under My Roof” A. Dakala
Ashley fell into a trap of lies, laced with fake love from someone who wasn't loved as a child. A person with deep wounds inflicted by his own mother. Gene Williams, was also a fatherless child growing up. He never knew his father, until a year before his death. So having respect for women wasn't... Continue Reading →