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“We are not our brother’s keeper we are our brother and we are our sister. We must look past complexion and see community.”~ The Great Maya Angelou
Call me DJ.
I am originally from San Diego, Ca. where I was born and raised. I earned a bachelor’s degree in Marketing from the Art Institute of Dallas and pursued a master’s degree in Marketing at the University of North Texas.
I started writing in elementary school. Where I admired authors like Stephen King and RL Stine, I still remember the eye rolls from my teachers when I would turn in a 5-page short story.
In high school I would charge “the homies” in my neighborhood and friends in school to write essays and do their school papers and that continued into my college days. (That helped me eat good freshman year).
During this time my reading preferences changed. I took interest in African American Fiction, authors like Omar Tyree, E Lynn Harris, Sistah Souljah and Eric Jerome Dickey were many of my favorites.
I started writing poetry in college. Coming out as an African American homosexual man was not easy so I found peace in writing. I developed love for artist like Mary J Blige, Monica, and Lyfe Jennings. They taught me to put my pain on the paper and that’s just what I did.
This piece that I am sharing is very sentimental. It came from the heart like all of my pieces do.
2020 was a hell of a year for us all, but significantly for me. On May 23rd, 2020, I lost my mother and it really messed me up. It messed me up more than I wanted to admit.
My mom was my best friend, my confidant, my solace in this world. In this world where what you can do for people determines your worth and use to them.
This is in dedication to her and her spirit.
Memoirs of A Mother
Who sheds a tear for A mother? Without a mother of her own.
Who sheds a tear for A mother? At sixteen thought she was grown.
Who sheds a tear for A mother? Who miscarries for the second time.
Who sheds a tear for A mother? Broken. Without a dime.
Who Sheds a Tear for A mother? Addicted, and on the streets.
Who sheds a tear for A mother? Who can’t seem to get on her feet.
Who sheds a Tear for A mother? Who leaves her kids at home
Who sheds a tear for A mother? She had to leave them all alone.
Who sheds a tear for A Mother? Who lost her life in a man.
Who sheds a tear for A mother? When she’s doing the best she can.
Who sheds a tear for A mother? Hiding her battle scars.
Who sheds a tear for A mother? When that woman is behind bars.
Who sheds a tear for A mother? Who has no place to turn.
Who sheds a tear for A mother? Patiently waiting her turn.
Who sheds a tear for A mother? Finally standing on solid ground.
Who sheds a tear for A mother? When she turns her life around
Who sheds a Tear for A mother? Still a lost little girl.
Who sheds a tear for A mother? When she finally leaves this world.
Who sheds a tear for A mother? Who simply ran out of time.
I’ll shed A tear for that mother, cause she was a mother of mine.