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Narrative

This Evening At Kwon’s

T his evening at Kwon’s Chinese Food in Pomona some brotha had called his order in. He wanted extra shrimp, yet didn’t want it put on his rice until he got there and could observe the operation. So he shows up looking all crazy. “Yeah, it’s me. The Shrimp Nigga. Order 162.” The girl brought […]

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Narrative

A Shit Talking Pimp Asks Me For The Truth

“Truth is…if they killed you, shot your black ass tonight, in the places you love to hang, the shadows you love to lurk in, talking the shit you talk, pimping, set tripping, teeth shiny from grunting vile rap, lips dry from pursing the B in bitches and hollowing the body to call women hoes… Truth […]

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Personal Essay

A True Pomona Story

When I was small, maybe 4 or 5 years old, my mother had a friend named Jean. Jean was a robust and tough, a single Black woman who worked a man’s job at McDonnel Douglass. She’d come by after work in her work pants and boots. When she untied her bonfire bronze and oiled hair […]