2017 will be richer.
Thursday, December 29, 2016
Wednesday, December 28, 2016
No Place For A Black Man
No Place For
A Black Man
Is there a
place for someone like me?
Is there a
haven for black men?
Is there a
place where I’m accepted,
Not rejected,
where onto me
Others
insecurities are not projected?
Is there a
place for a black man?
Where I’m not
seen as a threat?
Where my
dress doesn’t determine
What I’ve
learned?
Where I’m not
pressured to
Join a set?
Is there a
place for a black man?
Where I don’t
speak for everyone else?
Where I can
simply be me,
Live life
carefree
And pursue
dreams outside
Of what’s
perceived for my ethnicity?
Maybe there
is no place for the black man.
This man may
forever live in fear.
The best of
him
Will always
live in the shadows
Of the worse
of his peers
I cannot
envision
A place for a
black man
Not even in
the next
Four hundred
years.
- K.S. Fort
From the new book, "Sober Reality : Cry Standing".
Print and Kindle Copy :
Finally A Printed Copy ...
Hello All,
So, remember the people who said, "Hey Kibbs, when you have a printed copy of your book, I will definitely buy it" .... Well, Swagmas has arrived, and Swagta has brought the Swagiday cheer - Okay, I'll stop with the "Swag" references.
The printed version is for the new book, "Sober Reality : Cry Standing". Please leave a review of the book once you have completed it. Be as brutal as possible. I am open to criticism because I view it as an opportunity to learn.
Link to PRINTED BOOK : http://amzn.to/2ir8VJt
Live with intent.
- K.S. Fort
Note : For those who enjoy reading the book digitally, it is also available on Kindle : )
P.S. / Note the Sequel : I am also an Author on Goodreads. Please be my friend. I am lonely.
Goodreads : http://bit.ly/2i8hMle
So, remember the people who said, "Hey Kibbs, when you have a printed copy of your book, I will definitely buy it" .... Well, Swagmas has arrived, and Swagta has brought the Swagiday cheer - Okay, I'll stop with the "Swag" references.
The printed version is for the new book, "Sober Reality : Cry Standing". Please leave a review of the book once you have completed it. Be as brutal as possible. I am open to criticism because I view it as an opportunity to learn.
Link to PRINTED BOOK : http://amzn.to/2ir8VJt
Live with intent.
- K.S. Fort
Note : For those who enjoy reading the book digitally, it is also available on Kindle : )
P.S. / Note the Sequel : I am also an Author on Goodreads. Please be my friend. I am lonely.
Goodreads : http://bit.ly/2i8hMle
Tuesday, December 27, 2016
Wednesday, December 21, 2016
My Gay Friend
Fiction :
When I was 15 years old, my best friend "came out of the closet" - well, he actually went into the closet while he was "coming out of the closet" because he wanted to borrow my sweater- but, I digress. He was white. This will play an important part in the story later.
"Kibbs, I'm gay", he said.
"Like, the Shakespeare kind of gay ... Like, you know ... Old English gay ... Like, happy and stuff like that", I responded. "Sometimes when I watch Harry Potter, and I hear that English accent, I feel gay as well. I could just sit at home and drink tea and eat crumpets all day." At the time, and even today, I still do not know what a crumpet is ... Is it like "crumping"? - Remember that dance? - But, I digress.
"No, I like other boys."
"Finally!" I shouted. "My first gay friend." I was so excited to have finally met one of them, and better yet, he was my best friend. So, it was basically a two for one deal.
But there was a problem.
He didn't act gay. I mean, sure, he liked men. But he didn't do "gay things". He didn't have "tude" (that's gay talk for "attitude"), he didn't do the neck-roll, he didn't speak with a lisp, he didn't even wear bright colors. He was the least gay person I had ever met. He acted too straight. So, I decided to help him get gayer.
One weekend, I went out shopping. I bought him bright colored shirts and polka-dotted pants. I bought him a fluffy cat and a lollipop to suck on while walking ( I saw this in a commecial ). I wanted him to be gayer. What's the point of having a gay friend if the world doesn't know he's gay.
I honestly thought that he would have appreciated the gifts. Well, turns out he was extremely ungrateful. He looked at the gifts, which I had neatly packaged in pink gift wrap and labeled "Gay Gifts", and said, "Get out."
The next week, my doorbell rang. I ran downstairs because I knew it was him. I only had one friend at the time. But he was not there. I looked down and saw a trash bag labeled, "Black Gifts". It contained food stamps, a knife, baggy pants (two sizes too big), a rap album ( by an artist I'd never heard of ), and a gun ( I'm not sure where he got it from ). There was also a note attached to the gun. It said, "To Help You Get BLACKER."
- K.S. Fort
Books free until December 22nd, 2016 :
http://amzn.to/2fmK5Nd
When I was 15 years old, my best friend "came out of the closet" - well, he actually went into the closet while he was "coming out of the closet" because he wanted to borrow my sweater- but, I digress. He was white. This will play an important part in the story later.
"Kibbs, I'm gay", he said.
"Like, the Shakespeare kind of gay ... Like, you know ... Old English gay ... Like, happy and stuff like that", I responded. "Sometimes when I watch Harry Potter, and I hear that English accent, I feel gay as well. I could just sit at home and drink tea and eat crumpets all day." At the time, and even today, I still do not know what a crumpet is ... Is it like "crumping"? - Remember that dance? - But, I digress.
"No, I like other boys."
"Finally!" I shouted. "My first gay friend." I was so excited to have finally met one of them, and better yet, he was my best friend. So, it was basically a two for one deal.
But there was a problem.
He didn't act gay. I mean, sure, he liked men. But he didn't do "gay things". He didn't have "tude" (that's gay talk for "attitude"), he didn't do the neck-roll, he didn't speak with a lisp, he didn't even wear bright colors. He was the least gay person I had ever met. He acted too straight. So, I decided to help him get gayer.
One weekend, I went out shopping. I bought him bright colored shirts and polka-dotted pants. I bought him a fluffy cat and a lollipop to suck on while walking ( I saw this in a commecial ). I wanted him to be gayer. What's the point of having a gay friend if the world doesn't know he's gay.
I honestly thought that he would have appreciated the gifts. Well, turns out he was extremely ungrateful. He looked at the gifts, which I had neatly packaged in pink gift wrap and labeled "Gay Gifts", and said, "Get out."
The next week, my doorbell rang. I ran downstairs because I knew it was him. I only had one friend at the time. But he was not there. I looked down and saw a trash bag labeled, "Black Gifts". It contained food stamps, a knife, baggy pants (two sizes too big), a rap album ( by an artist I'd never heard of ), and a gun ( I'm not sure where he got it from ). There was also a note attached to the gun. It said, "To Help You Get BLACKER."
- K.S. Fort
Books free until December 22nd, 2016 :
http://amzn.to/2fmK5Nd
Tuesday, December 20, 2016
When It's Not Just News
Lorry runs into a Christmas Market in Tiergarten, Berlin.
9 people injured.
Usually, I would read that, feel bad, watch a Youtube video, feel better, then go on with my day.The only time I would think of the news again, is when I would express sympathy when the news was brought up by a friend or colleague. I never thought that "news" continues. I never considered the effects of an event after I'd watch the news. I never connected names to the people effected after "news" ends. News to me was always something transcient and distant. But it's so different when "news" is a tram ride away, 20 minutes from your apartment.
Last night, I read the news and I was in shock. I was in that area just last week. I needed to close everyone off and stay off Facebook for a while. I could not call this news. This was a catastrophe.
I find that if it does not effect me, I can call it news. 9/11, though tragic, was news to me because I had no connection to New York. I had no emotions nor names connected to the city. I saw the towers fall and people dying and thought, "This is absolutely terrible". But I never thought, "Well, what happens next?" or "What does this mean for ...?" because I could turn off the news, and just like that, the "news" was off, the tragedy was over, and my day continued.
Last night when I read the news, I saw a catastrophe. I was forced to confront the questions, "What happens next?" and "What does this mean for ...?"
So, what happens next? Does this mean that there will be more PEGIDA demontrations? Will people start to move more towards the political far right because they promise safety from these "dangerous foreigners"? Does this mean that more mosques will be vandalised or burned down as retaliation? Does this mean that there will be acts of terrorism committed against the Muslim people in my neighbourhood? Will the xenophobic tension in my neighborhood rise?
What does this mean for my Muslim friend who works in the Kebab shop I visit most nights after work? How will the Germans react to foreigners now? How will I be treated as a black man often confused for a refugee? Will I have another experience where a drunk German shouts "nigger" and waves his umbrella at me?
Last night showed me how naive I am. I rarely watched the news, and the times when I did, I never really let it effect me. But news is not news when it happens so close to home. What is news for some, becomes for you a catastrophic event that you have to make sense of.
The optimist in me hopes that people will think this through and not just have a knee-jerk reaction. However, I am learning to be more realistic. I only have control of how I react to this, and I must prepare myself for those who react to this catastrophe fearfully and angrily.
Live with intent.
- K.S. Fort
Books free until December 22nd, 2016 :
http://amzn.to/2fmK5Nd
9 people injured.
Usually, I would read that, feel bad, watch a Youtube video, feel better, then go on with my day.The only time I would think of the news again, is when I would express sympathy when the news was brought up by a friend or colleague. I never thought that "news" continues. I never considered the effects of an event after I'd watch the news. I never connected names to the people effected after "news" ends. News to me was always something transcient and distant. But it's so different when "news" is a tram ride away, 20 minutes from your apartment.
Last night, I read the news and I was in shock. I was in that area just last week. I needed to close everyone off and stay off Facebook for a while. I could not call this news. This was a catastrophe.
I find that if it does not effect me, I can call it news. 9/11, though tragic, was news to me because I had no connection to New York. I had no emotions nor names connected to the city. I saw the towers fall and people dying and thought, "This is absolutely terrible". But I never thought, "Well, what happens next?" or "What does this mean for ...?" because I could turn off the news, and just like that, the "news" was off, the tragedy was over, and my day continued.
Last night when I read the news, I saw a catastrophe. I was forced to confront the questions, "What happens next?" and "What does this mean for ...?"
So, what happens next? Does this mean that there will be more PEGIDA demontrations? Will people start to move more towards the political far right because they promise safety from these "dangerous foreigners"? Does this mean that more mosques will be vandalised or burned down as retaliation? Does this mean that there will be acts of terrorism committed against the Muslim people in my neighbourhood? Will the xenophobic tension in my neighborhood rise?
What does this mean for my Muslim friend who works in the Kebab shop I visit most nights after work? How will the Germans react to foreigners now? How will I be treated as a black man often confused for a refugee? Will I have another experience where a drunk German shouts "nigger" and waves his umbrella at me?
Last night showed me how naive I am. I rarely watched the news, and the times when I did, I never really let it effect me. But news is not news when it happens so close to home. What is news for some, becomes for you a catastrophic event that you have to make sense of.
The optimist in me hopes that people will think this through and not just have a knee-jerk reaction. However, I am learning to be more realistic. I only have control of how I react to this, and I must prepare myself for those who react to this catastrophe fearfully and angrily.
Live with intent.
- K.S. Fort
Books free until December 22nd, 2016 :
http://amzn.to/2fmK5Nd
Saturday, December 17, 2016
Happy Birthday ... To You .
Hello Swagsters and Swagsterinen ( My Germans will get this ),
So, to celebrate my birthday I made the rest of the books free.
Yes, you read that correctly.
Seven. Free. Books. I am asking for two things in return.
1. Share this post.
2. Review the books you read.
The books are free from December 18th to December 22nd.
Link : http://amzn.to/2fmK5Nd
So, to celebrate my birthday I made the rest of the books free.
Yes, you read that correctly.
Seven. Free. Books. I am asking for two things in return.
1. Share this post.
2. Review the books you read.
The books are free from December 18th to December 22nd.
Link : http://amzn.to/2fmK5Nd
Sunday, December 11, 2016
Free Book : The Civilized N -
Hello Everyone,
Special Announcement :
The book, "The Civilized Nigger" will be available free on Kindle from December 12, 2016
to December 16, 2016.
I understand the title can put you off, I would strongly suggest reading the first few pages
before making a judgement.
All I ask is that you please leave a review of the book. That would be greatly appreciated.
Also, be on the lookout for my newest book - Sober Reality : Cry Standing.
I have included a picture of the cover :).
Happy Reading !
And Live with Intent.
Link to Book :
http://amzn.to/2fmK5Nd
Special Announcement :
The book, "The Civilized Nigger" will be available free on Kindle from December 12, 2016
to December 16, 2016.
I understand the title can put you off, I would strongly suggest reading the first few pages
before making a judgement.
All I ask is that you please leave a review of the book. That would be greatly appreciated.
Also, be on the lookout for my newest book - Sober Reality : Cry Standing.
I have included a picture of the cover :).
Happy Reading !
And Live with Intent.
Link to Book :
http://amzn.to/2fmK5Nd
Spider
Spider
I killed a spider this afternoon
But give me time to give my reasons
It was either me or him
At any moment I could have been poisoned
I don't know much about spiders
I was afraid that it would bite me
I was afraid that late when I'm asleep
My life would be taken from me
It was so easy to take the spiders life
Then I was drunk with power
- Now I feel regret
Because when I ran 'way
When they hung that nigger
I wondered if I was any different
Tuesday, December 6, 2016
Insecure
Insecure
You only see me smile
You don’t know what I hide
Insecurities, past and present failures
Suppressed and kept inside
You will never get to know me
But you’ll assume to have the truth
What’s true is false, what’s false is true
In this era of our youth
Don’t judge me, but encourage me
And then I’ll show my heart
If you really want to see my thoughts
First, you’ll have to start
We’ll sit down, talk eye to eye
And our relation will be better
But until you’ve decided this
Your comments will not matter
- K.S. Fort
From, "Everything : Creative Chaos "
Link : http://amzn.to/2fmK5Nd
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