which one first?

Posted: July 30, 2011 in Uncategorized

I am thinking of writing my second book but I need your help. Should I write on the social and political constructs in the gay community or should I write a fantasy piece on the metaphors of Christianity?

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My Sisters Boyfriend

3:00 AM

I close my eyes

Realizing that it’s just a matter of time before his fingers will start climbing up my thighs

Followed by butterflies as I try lie perfectly still

Pretending to be sleep

His fingers reach closer

He slowly begins carefully caressing, then holding, then stroking

As if molding his freedom from my dick

I lie there

Fully awake, fully aware that this is his way of escaping another day of self-hatred

He is touching, sucking, and humping in search of something

That does not exist outside these four walls, so yes I lie there

Allowing him to bury his secrets in me

As he continues to rub every inch

As if hoping for 3 wishes

3:45 AM

I breathe

Realizing that monsters have moms

And the dark closets they inhibit are the pit-stops

Before their coffins

I wonder how often God ask children to crawl bearing slavery sized crosses

Its bloody fucking awful picking suicidal splinters out of the backs of babies

Its awkward how heavy cries or moans can feel on ones shoulders

Lessons learned while lying

I remain silent

knowing this was never meant to be rape

But rather a desperate prison-break

from a world where liberty is locked behind zippers

Sexual orientations are assigned even before genders

Remember your own

“If I have a boy his name will be” and “I have a girl her name will be”

I bet regardless of what in your head they both were straight

Wait

I guess some infants are denied of ever existing

I guess it’s not really abortion if you just kill their souls

And as your prayers, pointing, and persecution

Floods streets with the teenage blood of faggots

I no longer understand the difference between suicide and murder

4:30 AM

I cry

Realizing some people spend their lifetime holding their breath

Envisioning their own death

Spending each night Super Focused on dying, crying to be someone else

A concentration camp that Hitler would be proud of

With my face buried in pillows

I learn how it feels to be suffocated by secrets

As his fingers write stories over my skin

As his sweats drip baptism puddles on my back

As his abs lock his secrets in my ribcage

I can only imagine the pain he’s hiding while grinding inside of me

Tongue wrapped around my dick trying to get a taste of the pride that resides in me

Fingers prying to make space for a place for him to hide in me

As his eyes probe to find some sign that reminds him of me

He racists against day break

Slowly placing his lips gently on mine

Hoping that this kiss can somehow cause time stand still

And give him time to continue to search for what was stolen at birth


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Blood, Bricks and Dandelions…

Posted: October 26, 2010 in Uncategorized

 

Kenneth’s story captures the struggle and joys of growing up gay in the streets of one of Baltimore’s most dangerous neighborhoods.

“Kenneth Morrison shares the incredible, the powerful, the sad and the inspirational that is his young life – it is no wonder he is compelled to make the world a better place. His honesty about all of the complexities that make up the essence of who he is is refreshing. I recommend you share this book with the people you care about the most.”

Rev. Anthony McCarthy
Political Commentator and Radio Talk Show Host
WEAA 88.9 FM

Kenneth decided to publish his story after losing his high school best friend to suicide and seeing the  story retold in the lives of hundreds of youth today.

13 YEAR OLD DIES

Posted: October 4, 2010 in Uncategorized

Teen Suicide Kenneth Morrison speaks out


This week 5 gay youth were identified as “victims” of suicide as result of peer bullying.

I am sure there were 5 last week as well, however, no one documented the cases. We all are aware that bullying is an issue, but it is not the issue. I read an article that suggested that technology was a key issue in one suicide case. I read another article that suggested the lack of maturity was a key the problem. The ” problem” stems much deeper than “Facebook” and childish behavior. The” problem” lies in the ignorance that is built into our social institutions such as our  schools, courts, churches, and homes.

As a man in my mid twenties I can look back and reflect the many cases in which I have directly encountered this ignorance:

  • As a student I have been the victim of hate crimes, peer bullying, and verbal abuse from school staff.
  • As a child I lost my best friend to suicide and was told by my parents and family that I would be disowned if  I was gay.
  • As an educator I witnessed administrators, teachers, and staff allow and in some cases promote homophobia.
  • As a member of a christian church I have witnessed the leadership promote homophobia.
  • As a resident of a black community I have witnessed the police, community leaders and respected residents promote homophobia.
  • As a citizen I have watched and protest as my rights were denied because of homophobia

What I am trying to get at is  that in every aspect of society, is a deep rooted hatred towards gays.  The ignorance the media is identifying in our children is in their parents, their community leaders, their politicians, and their pastors.

We need to shake our fist at the folks who are spreading the ignorance that is taking the lives of so many innocent children?

We cannot raise our children to detest homosexuality and punish them when they do so.

The problem lies in our adults not our children!!!!!!!!


“Kenneth Morrison shares the incredible, the powerful, the sad and the inspirational that is his young life – it is no wonder he is compelled to make the world a better place. His honesty about all of the complexities that make up the essence of who he is is refreshing. I recommend you share this book with the people you care about the most.”

Rev. Anthony McCarthy
Political Commentator and Radio Talk Show Host
WEAA 88.9 FM

Official Book Reading Coming Soon

Posted: September 12, 2010 in Uncategorized

I am looking foward to the book reading. I am a little nervous about sharing stories and poems that are to date my  most personal experiences.  It is one thing to share them in writing and its another thing to share them in person. I am climbing over my nerves to share because I truly believe its a common story forced to be whispered. Its time the story is SCREAMED from a stage! and I am the person to do it. THE WORDS BLACK, GAY, MAN, WILL FLOW FROM THE CRACKS OF THE BLACK COMMUNITY WITH PRIDE AND CHURCHES  AND HOODS AND SCHOOLS AND OFFICES WILL MAKE ROOM  FOR US ALL!  Breaking down walls and building bridges.  I hope to see you there.

MY BEST FRIEND COMMITTED SUICIDE

Posted: September 12, 2010 in Uncategorized

At 13

At 13
He holds a blade against the edge of his vein struggling to remain sane
And find an escape to the pain
He’s forced to sustain
By being strictly forbidden to exist as is
AT 13
He tries, but can no longer hold the pain inside
But nor can he cry
His soul as grown so cold
His tears are frozen
No longer able to pierce the holes in his head
He’s only a kid
But he’s dead on the inside
Being critiqued and criticized
By church peers as they shout faggot as loud
As their hollow hearts will allow
AT 13
His right hand shakes as his fragile skin begins to break
As he tries to understand why
His pops said he would rather him die
Than to be caught with a guy
AT 13
His will to live is failing and the urge is getting stronger
Convinced he rather die, than live a lie any longer
He can no longer conceive a good reason
To keep breathing
He spends every second of every evening dreaming internally screaming
and pleading for freedom
Then his right hand strikes his left
And as the blade rips open his flesh
He parts his lips to beg GOD for forgiveness
For not having the strength to live his life to the finish
But before he could end his sentence the blade falls and he dies
AT 13

A POET WITH A PURPOSE

Posted: September 11, 2010 in Uncategorized