The Ugly Duckling….

How They Met…

 

The Ugly Duckling….
Cole sat at the back of the classroom with his head in his book. He didn’t want to look up; he knew his eyes would automatically go to her.
Stacy Stendhal, most popular girl in school, also the most beautiful girl in school. His attraction to her was something he would never verbalize. He wasn’t in a position to and though he wanted nothing more, he knew girls like her would never go for a guy like him.
Against his better judgment, he pulled his eyes away from his book and looked up. His eyes rounded in surprise when he saw Stacy looking back up at him, smiling.
Cole was at the back of the class, so he knew there was nothing behind him but a wall, but he looked back, returning her smile with a crooked one of his own.
Her smile wavered slightly as she tucked her bottom lip into her mouth, licking her lips at Cole. His confusion settled on his face as his eyes bounced around the classroom, he wanted to be sure that he wasn’t imagining the entire encounter. Things seemed normal but Stacy Stendhal licking her lips and smiling at him was everything but normal.
Cole wasn’t used to getting the attention of girls in school; most times he was looked over for his lack of attraction. His acne riddled skin, bulky frame and more times than any baggy clothes, didn’t really add to his appeal. He lacked confidence due to the corrective braces, covering his teeth. He never had a girlfriend and was completely content with that, that was until Stacy transferred to his school two semesters ago.
The bell rang, indicating the dismissal of class and it wasn’t until this moment that Cole tore his eyes away from Stacy and stood to gather his belongings. His jacket, faded black, a size too big with holes in the pockets was his shield. It was a defense mechanism, something that he used to protect himself from the demons he subconsciously endured throughout the day.
“Hey Cole!”
Cole’s head snapped up, a crooked smile wobbling its way across his face. He struggled to find his voice. “Hi- um, hey Stacy!”
Stacy tilted her head to the side with a faux smile covering her face. “Cole, why are you always so quiet?”
Cole shrugged. “I don’t ever have anyone to talk to. No one ever talks to me.”
“Well”, Stacy spoke, brushing her long wavy hair over her shoulder, “You never make yourself available to talk. Why don’t you sit with me at lunch today?”
Cole slowed in his movements, shocked by Stacy’s statement. “Sit with you?”
“Sure, I don’t see an issue with that. That is unless you don’t want to.”
“No”, Cole interjected. “I would like that. Let’s um…we can go.”
Cole had nerves shooting through him at the rate of a piston, he never imagined being welcomed into Stacy’s personal space, hence him always keeping his distance.
They walked out of the classroom, gaining the eyes of others around them but Cole kept his head down as he moved silently beside Stacy.
Once they made it to the cafeteria, they got in line to get their lunch before taking a seat at the popular table. No one but the elite sat at this table and that fact, made Cole even more uneasy. He wasn’t supposed to be sitting here, yet against his better judgment, he sat his tray down, sitting beside Stacy.
“Ummmm”, Stacy’s friend and co- captain, Heidi stated with her face twisted, “Why is he sitting here? Why are you with him? What the hell is going on?”
“Chill”, Stacy pressed out, “He will be eating with us today.”
“Yeah, but why?”
That question gained Heidi a few chuckles from the others sitting at the table. Cole felt something tugging at his gut, promoting him to move, get himself out of this situation before it became more embarrassing, but it was Stacy. The Stacy. He couldn’t let this opportunity pass him by, he didn’t know when something like this would happen for him again.
He leaned over to get in Stacy’s ear. “I could sit at the other table. You can just come and talk to me after you finish talking to your friends.”
Stacy shook her head. “No, Cole. Stay here.”
Cole smiled and nodded. “So, what are you…”
“What the fuck?”
Cole along with everyone else at the table turned in time to see Phillip Grand, captain of the football team and Stacy’s rumored boyfriend, standing behind them with a mean mug on his face. His two flunkies, who seemed to be attached to his hip, stood beside him.
“Why are you at our table, Ugly Cole?”
“Don’t call him that”, Stacy defended.
Cole swallowed before he grabbed his tray. “It’s ok, I’ll just move.”
“Nah”, Phillip snapped as he pushed Cole’s tray off the table. “You wanna eat? Eat off the fucking floor!”
Stacy and Cole jumped up as the others laughed, Cole felt as if the walls around him were closing in. He moved to pick up his food from the floor when he felt himself get kicked in the back, causing his body to press the already ruined food between the ground and his t- shirt. By this point, the entire cafeteria was laughing.
Cole scrambled to get off the floor, feeling tears gather in his eyes as he slipped on a banana which caused him to lose the small amount of balance he had.
More laughter. More Pointing. More embarrassment.
“You a fucking coward!”
The laughter seemed to die down a little when Anthony Drake, somewhat of an outsider but far more popular than Cole, stepped into the face of Phillip. “He wasn’t doing shit to you.”
“What’s it to you”, Phillip snapped.
“Not shit”, Anthony supplied. “Stop fucking with him or we gone have a problem. Keep your girl out of his face if you gone get made when he around her. Cole don’t mess with no one. Hell, he half way talks. So, I know she approached him.” Anthony smiled and rubbed his chin. “You mean to tell me, you’re the big bad Quarterback and you can’t keep yo hoes in check?”
“Who you calling a hoe”, Stacy interjected, feeling her plot to make Phillip jealous, backfire.
“That owl!” Anthony answered. “Leave him alone”, Anthony stated as he pointed at Cole who was now standing and dusting food off his clothes. “Mess with him and that’s yo ass. I’ll fuck your hand off so bad that you will never know what it’s like to throw a college ball.”
Phillip swallowed his nerves as Anthony turned around.
“Once they were out of ear shot of everyone, Anthony turned to Cole. “If any of them fuck with you, let me know.”
Cole eyed Anthony suspiciously. “Why? You don’t even know me.”
“I know that you don’t mess with nobody, all yo nerdy ass do is take a million notes in them composition books.
Cole smirked, he was right.
“Come on, man. I got a clean shirt in my locker”, Anthony supplied with a nod of his head.
Cole returned that nod and followed behind Anthony, after a moment of silence, he spoke. “I’m Cole Remington.”
Anthony stopped walking. “Yeah, I know. I’m Anthony Drake.”

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Three Couples….Three Journeys…One….Destination! Love should feel euphoric…right? Tori has loved the same man for what seemed like her entire life. High school sweethearts, Keyton, and Tori find themselves married and deeply in love with each other. With a list of broken promises and lies being told by Keyton; Tori finds herself at a crossroad. Does she stay and try to salvage her marriage with the love of her life or move on from all of the pain and turmoil that being with Keyton have brought her? How can you keep loving someone that causes you pain? How do you stay in a place that you know is a dead end… literally? TaNia is as independent as they come, thick and beautiful! She keeps her business in order and doesn’t depend on anyone for anything. After losing her father, she moves back home to take care of her mother, which is taking a lot of adjusting on her part. In the midst of all the changes her life is taking, Lemonte is on a mission to make her his. He kept his eye on her over the years and he’s done with just being her friend. He wants more… a lot more, whether TaNia is ready for that or not! Winter has always depended on someone, whether it was her parents or the man she was in a relationship with. She no longer wants to be that girl, so she makes some changes and learns to stand on her own two feet. She lives a lifestyle that she is not particularly proud of, but it makes her goals and dreams that much easier to accomplish. Her parents are traditional and old school so she hides her life from them, but when she lands in the scope of a Demarco, she has to make a choice between love and comfort.

Excerpt!!!

 

 

One Year Ago

Tori

            “It’s freaking cold”, I groaned as I walked down the street to my car.

I called Keyton’s phone for the twentieth time, just to have my call go straight to voicemail. I shook my head as I slid my phone back into my pocket. I was starting to wish I got dropped off. Texas weather was always crazy. I didn’t know whether to wear a jacket or shorts. You just dressed neutral and prayed the temperature didn’t drop. As I walked swiftly to the student-parking garage, I smiled as I saw my car. I pushed the button to start the engine as I continued walking. I was so happy this day was over. I wrapped my jacket tighter and slid my hand over my stomach. I still remember the shock of finding out I was three months pregnant. Key was so excited, and so was I. I couldn’t wait to meet our princess.

My steps slowed as an eerie feeling washed over me. I wondered where everyone was. We had exams coming up, so I knew I wasn’t the only one that stayed late to study. It was so quiet. I  quickened my pace to my car as the feeling grew heavier. When I finally made it, I exhaled and quickly opened the door to get in. Thank God, for push start and heated seats.

As soon as I was in, I laid my head back on the headrest as I placed my bags in the passenger seat. I looked down at my ringing phone, rolling my eyes as I picked it up.

“About time you called back, Keyton! What the fuck was you doing that prevented you from answering the phone?”

“Where you at? School? Your parents? Where are you?” The urgency in his voice sent chills down my spine. Goosebumps formed on my skin as fear crept into my heart.

“I’m at—”

Before I could complete my sentence, I was snatched out of my car. The scream I wanted to release got caught in my throat as I struggled against the strength of the person that grabbed me.

“Don’t fight me, bitch. I’ll break your fucking neck,” he growled as he grabbed my hair, successfully pulling me completely out of the car and threw me to the ground.    “Beat the life out of this bitch,” he announced.

I was too scared to look up, but I felt the presence of others. Before I could get a word out, I felt a blow to my face so hard that it knocked the wind out of me. I opened my eyes partially just to see the garage ceiling and four people dressed in all black. “Please don’t! I’m pregnant!”

“Fuck you and that baby bitch,” the man spoke as I heard chains and bats click against the floor of the garage. “Fuck this bitch up!”

I couldn’t describe the pain I felt from the blow of the bat against my arm. I cried out for Keyton in the fetal position trying to protect my unborn child. The pain was unbearable. I could hear my bones cracking and the constant flow of blood from my head falling to the ground. I felt a sharp kick to my back then my stomach as I held her. I tried my best to protect her, but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.

“Please stop,” I screamed with all I had. “Keyton!”

“That bitch nigga can’t save you! Fucking with bitch niggas get you put in bitch positions!”

“Somebody please help!” Blood leaked from my mouth and ears. I felt moisture between my legs and I knew I was losing my baby. “Please, you’re going to kill her! Please stop,” I mumbled. “Keyton, help!”

My body went numb from pain as I gave up on ever seeing Keyton again. I gave up on life! I gave up on ever holding and kissing my daughter.  He was my husband. Why wasn’t he here to protect me?

“Pretty bitch ain’t so pretty no more, huh?” One of my attackers spoke as she punched me in the face with brass knuckles repeatedly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep Keyton’s dick wet while you gone, bitch!” The other one swung the bat against my stomach crushing my hands in the process.

“That nigga doesn’t give a fuck about you! Where he at?” The other spoke as she held me down.

The blows came to an abrupt stop as I shuddered on the floor. I was drifting in and out of consciousness as the world around me turned cold.

“You feel that, bitch?” the man taunted. “That’s death! I’ll see you when I make it to hell!”

I felt myself lose consciousness as moisture pooled between my legs. I knew it was blood though I couldn’t see it. I knew I had lost my daughter; I just needed to see her. I wanted to hold her and tell her that I loved her even though I allowed this to happen. She meant so much to me.

 

 

 

Present Day

Keyton

 

“You only care about yourself! You’re selfish and self-centered and I hate you, Keyton!”

My hat was low, covering my eyes that were now red because I was dumb high. I was sitting on the couch in the downtown loft I shared with the love of my life, Tori Dior Miles. My estimate was that she had been yelling for the last thirty minutes. From what I gathered, because bitches be coming up with some shit; some chick from Facebook messaged Tori informing her that I knocked her down. That shit was a lie, but I couldn’t get Tori to believe that. See, I fucked up in the past, and shit hasn’t been right since, but I wouldn’t give up on us. I loved her too much. She was all I knew. Man, this was my heart in front of me; my everything. She was about 5’6”, chocolate with these pretty ass light brown eyes. She looked exotic. The thing about Tori was that though she was beautiful, she didn’t have a conceited bone in her body. Speaking of her body, thick ass curves for fucking days. I liked to think I had something to do with that. She had deep dimples and a perfect smile, rocked a piercing in her bottom lip that only added to her beauty. She wore her hair bone straight, falling to the middle of her back, all hers. I dared a nigga to touch my rib. I was fucking shit up on site. The only issue we had was outside bitches dropping bugs in her ear and that she didn’t trust me as far as she could see me. We been rocking since high school, eight years to be exact, married for five. I locked her ass down as soon as we were legally able to do so. It took  a minute to convince her father, but he eventually gave me his consent. He still thought we were too young to be married, though.

Been through some shit, but I wasn’t messing up home for nobody; Tori was wifey! Point blank period. Even when her ass was flipping out on a nigga, like right now.

“You hate me, baby?” I laughed. I had to do something to keep from snatching her lil ass up. “You say that every day! I don’t want to hear that shit, ma.”

Tori was in my face in seconds. Sexy ass. Even when she was spazzing on me, I couldn’t help but smile because I loved her and all her craziness.  She had this sexy little Boston accent too. I don’t know man. I was crazy about this girl. She could do no wrong in my eyes. Before I knew it, she had hauled off and hit my ass dead in the chest. I had to grab my shit. She was a little violent… shit stung.

“I don’t see anything funny!”

I was still rubbing my chest where she hit me. “Say Tor. Keep your hands to yourself!”

“Fuck you, Keyton!! I do hate yo dog ass! All you do is lie and cheat! Bitches are calling my phone! You even got chicks at my school wanting to fight me and shit all because my nigga can’t keep his dick in his pants! Fuck you!” She screamed at my ass.

Tori grabbed her Coach purse out the chair in the dining room and her keys off the table. We always argued, but she never tried to leave me before.

My heart dropped to my fucking feet.

            The fuck? My high evaporated. I was thrown off. At first, I didn’t know whether I was supposed to stop her or let her leave. She was tired; I could see it, but I couldn’t let her just leave over no bullshit another chick said. I loved her too much. Eight years of loving her and I wasn’t letting her go. I accepted my past fuck ups but this shit here wasn’t on me.

In all the years, I been with shorty, I fucked over her once with one of the strippers at the club. Then, I didn’t even have sex with her; I just let her suck my dick. I knew it was wrong and was planning on telling Tori and dealing with the consequences until the chick approached her one night at the club, talking about how we fucked in my office. It took everything I had to get Tori back after that. She moved out, took all her shit, and changed her number. When I tell you, a nigga was sick! I couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep. I stalked her ass, begged more than a Keith Sweat Greatest Hits Collection until I got her back. I wasn’t losing her again.

She was almost to the door when I stepped in front of her. I was trying to have a chill night, but I had to deal with this shit.

“Aye Tor, how many times I got to tell yo spoiled ass you ain’t leaving shit? We locked the fuck in so put that shit down.”

“Move out my way, Keyton. I’m not doing this anymore. I’m not beat for it. Eight years and you ain’t got your shit together yet? I’m done.”

Tori wiped the tears that gathered from her eyes before she returned her gaze to mine. This was fucking with me mentally; the thought of her leaving had me sick to my stomach. I still loved Tori with all of my heart, but I knew things had not been the same between us since that shit went down. I felt like I was losing her.

“You are blowing my high, man.”

“You ruining your own shit. Just let me leave!”

“Fuck nah! Put that down! You all I fucking got! I’m not about to let you just leave because of what some chick said! I come home expecting to get sexed to sleep but no; I walk into this shit. Some bitch said this; some bitch said that, some bitch told you I was fucking the next bitch. Word of mouth ass hoes. You just eat all that shit up! I’m tired of this same shit, Tori!”

She mushed my ass so hard I had to bite into my bottom lip to control my reaction.

“Say! Watch yo hands, baby girl,” I said, licking my lips again. “Don’t touch me unless we fucking…. Are we fucking or nah?”

“It’s a million females in Dallas willing to have yo dog ass! Go fuck one of them!”

I was stressed. “Damn Tori! You my wife! I don’t want any of them, girls, man. Come on now, my dick hard and yo sexy ass yelling in my face ain’t making it no better. I wanna fuck!”

“That’s your problem, Keyton. That’s all you ever want to do. Run the streets, get high, and fuck!”

I shook my head. “This shit for the birds, man.”

We stood there for a moment, neither of us speaking to each other just looking deep into the others eyes.

Tori probably didn’t realize she was crying again until I reached out and wiped her cheek. I looked down at my hand. Her tears were like my biggest enemy. Seeing those shits was worse than facing my haters in the streets. I would rather go to war with a foe than to see her cry.

“Stop that, man. I can’t take it. I ain’t messing around on you, Tori. I messed up in the past, but that was the old me. I love you, ma. A nigga got flaws I ain’t gone front, but the girls out there can miss me with that shit. I ain’t fucking up home for no one time smash. Not again. Not anymore.”

She tried to wipe her face but the more she swiped, the more tears came, falling from her eyes and into my heart.

“You say things like that then do something different. I’m not a fool, Keyton. I know I can’t believe everything that comes out of these women’s mouths but what the hell, Key? I deal with so much already with you not being here all the time. You have the restaurants and the club, now you working on the hotel. You’re rarely here! I’m always by myself or with Nia. I’m your wife, Keyton.”

“I know that, Tori!”

“Then act like it!” She yelled, as she got closer to me. “Keyton, can’t you see I’m tired of this shit? It’s not just these females coming out of nowhere! It’s this marriage! It’s the fact that I don’t get to make love to my husband every night because he always has other shit to tend to! If you were here with me, I could have some kind of defense against all this, but when a bitch tells me she had my dick, I can’t even say no, bitch, because I had that motherfucker last night! I can’t because that would be a lie!”

I didn’t have shit to say because she was right. Everything she was saying was right, and I couldn’t deny that. I couldn’t say a thing.

“Tori, you know I love you, and I don’t want to lose you. Just give me a chance to get some shit together. I’ll be home more, I promise!”

“Fuck your promises, Key. Keep that! I’m starting to believe you just make promises to me to break them. Because they sound good, right?”

I was beyond pissed off at this point. I knew it was a lot of shit that Tori wasn’t saying. I knew what the real issue was, but if she didn’t bring it up, then neither would I.            “Man, what the fuck you want from me?”

“I don’t want anything from you, Keyton! Not shit!”

I exhaled as I ran my hands down my face. “So what are we doing, Tori?”

She sniffed and wiped her eyes again. “I’m leaving!”

“No you not! So what other options do we have?” I sounded like a bitch, but I didn’t give a fuck. I was in the wrong even though I hadn’t done anything wrong. I didn’t even know the woman she was talking about. I could admit I hadn’t been around lately, but I was trying to put something’s in place for us. I wanted Tori to always be good with or without me.

“Do you still want to have my daughter? Do you even still love me? You’re my wife, been that for five years. Do you still want to be married to me? Do you give a fuck at all, man?” I asked as I looked into her eyes.

“I love you, Keyton. You know that!”

“I hear you say it all the time, but I can’t feel it, Tori. Not since—”

She looked at him sharply. “Not since what? Say it!”

I held my head down. Fuck! My intentions weren’t to bring that shit up, but I knew that was our problem. When she lost our daughter, she changed. The woman I fell in love with was no longer there behind her beautiful eyes. Everything was just blank. Gone. Empty. I loved my wife with every inch of me, but things between us just haven’t been the same. “I’m not going there-”

She bit her bottom lip and stared at me. “Since what, Key?”

“Come on, Tori.”

“Fucking say it,” she cried, pushing me in the chest. I tried to grab her, and she snatched away from me.

“I just know you don’t love me the same,” I said shaking my head.

She ran her hands through her hair and shook her head. “I need you to let me go.”

“I just told you I can’t do that, ma.”

“But that’s not your choice to make, Keyton. I’m leaving.”

“So what that mean, Tori? I asked you if you wanted to keep being my wife? I asked you if you wanted to try again to have the little girl you keep asking me for. I wanna know. Tell me!”

“I can’t live like this, Keyton. I can’t!”

I can’t remember the last time I shed tears, but I felt as if I was on the verge of letting some go now. “But, Ma…You can’t leave me, Tori. You all I fucking got, man. What I’m supposed to do if you ain’t here? Who do I kiss? Make love to? Who gone hold Key down?”

She bowed my head. “Please Key… just let me go.”

I took a few steps closer to her. “Let you go?” I was disgusted with her for saying some shit like that! “And, do what? You got the plan, right? You know everything? Let you go… then what? What a nigga gone do without his heart and soul, Tori? You might as well take that cute ass bedazzled nine you got in your purse and kill a nigga because that’s the only thing you leaving gone do.”

She looked up at me as fresh tears gathered in her eyes. I walked into her and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her into me. Soft whimpers came from her lips as she cried harder. I buried my face in her neck and inhaled deeply.

“Why shit gotta be so hard, Keyton?” She asked through her sobs.

“I’m sorry, Tori. I’m trying to make it right, but you gotta give me a chance. I’ll do whatever I gotta do, ma. I can’t lose you.” I planted kisses on her neck and shoulders as I held her. I needed this woman. I knew it and so did she.

 

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Living life on the edge was something that Shania Grimes never planned to do until she met the likes of Adonis King. Before him, she had it all planned out, and only opted for the simplicities of life; love, marriage, family. Adonis’ sexiness effortlessly radiated from his pores like an aphrodisiac of some sort, making her crave him in ways that she had never craved a man before. However, he may be a lot more than what she bargained for.

Being the total opposite of Shania, Adonis basked in the thrill of the street life; it was all he knew. There wasn’t a need to make plans or organize his life; he liked taking things as they came at him. He never reached for anything more, never felt the need to… That was until Shania Grimes.

Shania, the woman who plagued Adonis’ dreams ever since he walked into her firm, is placed on an undercover mission that brings the two in close proximity of each other, and before long, one thing leads to the another. However, things aren’t always quite what they seem, and Shania is forced to make a decision to either help bring down the man she loves or protect him at any cost.
With the future uncertain and a million things fighting against them… can Shania and Adonis love one another without putting their lives in danger? As their loyalty is tested, will their hearts’ desires truly matter? Or will the pressures of life be enough to pull them apart?

Her Loyalty To Him 2: A King’s Heart

Her Loyalty To Him 2

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The Reasoning Behind Big T…

First, I want to be clear on something; never have I once written anything that I couldn’t or wouldn’t represent to the end of me. No matter the genre, title, publisher, editor, illustrator – none of that. If it has Deshon Dreamz on it anywhere, at the end of the day…its mine and I represent it to the fullest! I try to find storylines and angles that haven’t been touched. That’s how Her Loyalty To Him was born.

I wanted to build a character that people genuinely loved and wanted to know more about. I left a certain level of unfamiliarity to him because I wanted to hide aspects of him to leave some…mystery. I wanted someone that had been through a lot already in life but was somehow pressing through all of that. It was extremely hard to NOT fall in love with Big T. He was literally the glue to the King family. His relationship with the kids, especially Jayda was something extremely special and I wanted to show that relationship as a point of vulnerability for Big T.

His murder was LITERALLY the most difficult scene that I have ever written in my career. I had tears in my eyes the moment Jayda asked, “Big T, do you have a girlfriend?”

I realized in that moment that Big T would never get his happy ending. He would never have a chance. His life was cut short solely because of an unspoken fear that dwelled in the heart of the person that held his life in his hands.

It was extremely sad, it was hard to read and believe me it was hard to write but it happens so often that it is becoming the norm to us. We don’t see the slaughtering of minorities as something that should be news because it happens so often. Every day it’s in our face, we have to deal with it. So, I choose to address the issue of police brutality and #blacklivesmatter . I wanted to use the most influential platform that I have to address that and it is now the most talked about portion of the book. I feel like it hit home the most with a lot of people because it’s real and raw.

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The unjust murder of a minority does not need to have any rhyme or reason to it. It just happens. Accessive force just happens. Life is snatched from people every day because of their size and the color of their skin. It’s sad as hell but I promise you it is the reality!

I feel like no matter who you are or how large your audience is, use as humans should feel the need to speak about the things that are happening around us. Rather you are Colin Kaepernick, Beyonce, or Deshon Dreamz…USE YOUR VOICE FOR SOMETHING OR FOR NOTHING AT ALL!!!!

Again, I appreciate every single reader that gave me and my book a chance and I know the change in his storyline came out of nowhere but that’s how it happens. One day you are living the life that GOD gave you and the next day you’re being choked out, body slammed and shot, chased down and shot. or maybe you knock on the wrong door or play with a fake gun. Oh wait, maybe you sell CD’s, cigarettes or walking down the wrong street. IT’S AN ISSUE!! So, I just decided to use the small voice that I have to bring light to it.

If you are reading this and have no clue what I am referring to, please click this link to be enlightened: http://goo.gl/OnHtHV

Thank you for reading!

 

 

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