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“The Teardrop Diamond” A Dakala
The teardrop shape of the diamond is said to symbolize tears of joy, while the style itself is a testament to a woman who is bold and walks to the beat of her own drum. This style is perfect for an empowered woman with a flair for romance and elegance. Her style of own represents a... Continue Reading →
“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 →
“A Scorned Woman’s Cry” by A.Dakala
Windows of Grace for some are based on their lack luster opportunities to take from others. Germination of a bruised seed, sometimes blossoms a lost soul. A tongue stained from years of lies, becomes embedded like herpes; that you can't get rid of. Talking to a therapist is just someone willing to listen to the... Continue Reading →
“Just Add Magic” by A. Dakala
So tired of being single and waking up at 3 am on a work night eating bowls of chocolate ice cream to sacrifice her sexual desires became so common to a beautiful black "Queen" her friends called her. Over the last three years Josephine made life all about her career and saving money. She just... Continue Reading →
“Just when I needed God” by A. Dakala
Due to the pandemic and after fourteen years of service at my job, this morning the President of the company called for an staff meeting early this morning. I noticed that some of the top managers were not present. Today was the day, the company was shutting it's doors and moving operations to Ontario California.... Continue Reading →
“Beez in the Trap”
Anytime I go out of town to pick up work for my trappers, I always ride by my neighborhood first to make sure there's no undercover cop cars watching in the dark before I go home. This particular night, I decided to stay in a hotel a mile from my house and get up early... Continue Reading →
“Debalce” by A.Dakala
Marriage failed because I was sleeping with the enemy, a fake rat disguise as a mouse. We were no longer friends and the all the hate had set in like grass stains in a pair of new blue jeans. I no longer loved this person anymore and my nightly prayers seem to beg for God... Continue Reading →
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