Education And Post Traumatic Slavery Disorder

Originally posted on BLACK&GIFTED:
All of America is suffering from what I call, Post Traumatic Slavery Disorder. The sins of this, now illegal, institution, sunk deep into the hearts and minds of man. I attended the 2017 Presidental Inauguration and saw it in the faces of the attendees. We see race. Blacks and…

To My Daughter On Graduation Day

A few years back, I learned to stop apologizing for bringing you into this world surrounded by less than ideal circumstances. I would have never been who I am today without September 17th, 1993, when the nurse handed me your little wrinkly 3 pounds and 10-ounce body. Then seeing your inquiring eyes. Later, hearing you…

The best way to prepare your son for junior high

Kevin Hart and Charlamagne tha God both wrote about their junior high years in their recently released memoirs. These men spoke about the hard times they experienced during their adolescent years and how the decisions they made, driven by peer pressure, spiraled them into tailspin spins with somewhat disastrous results. Much to Chalamagne’s English teacher…

A Letter To Mom

Originally posted on BLACK&GIFTED:
On your 19th birthday you stood in your soon-to-be mother-in-law’s pearl white living room in front of the pastor and a small crowd of family and friends. All were assembled around her white couch and loveseat, trimmed in red with their skin hot and sticky, molded to the plastic…

The Enemy’s Territory

I’ve been away from my blog for a while. I return with good news. The Enemy’s Territory is finished! Read the synopsis and then run over to Amazon to pick up your copy. Click Here Emerald City Nightclub is the hottest, largest, sexiest club of its kind. Pacino Harris, the ambitious owner, built his empire from…

Who Is She?

Meet Author Kem M. Smith, BBA, MA ed., and MFA Candidate 12/16

K.I.S.S.’ing After Dark

The lyrics to the latest Beyonce song, Drunk in Love, bounce off the walls of the fourteen hundred square studio causing the sound activated strobe lights to ricochet across the wood dance floor. Sparks of red, blue, and green illuminate an audience of thirty plus women who gather on the far side of the room watching wide-eyed as nine performers take their places along the floor to ceiling mirrors a