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The Origin, Meaning, and Use of the “N word’
An essay on the origin, meaning, and prolific use of the term “nigger,”
euphemistically dubbed “n word” by members of the mass media
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Stroking the Pain Away
Returning to the city from my hometown, I was shaken by the constant cries of an infant held by a woman seated along with other women from her family in the coach’s rear row. The child looked hardly five months old and was crying aloud so unceasingly that I feared he’d be exhausted to death. Silently, I wished him a peaceful sleep sometime soon. Some ten minutes after the coach started its journey, the child stopped crying, but only for a few minutes. His pain, whatever its cause, returned and the crying started again. I turned back in my seat…
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ELKO
ELKO
There was no way a broken down piece of junk like his could even qualify for the Madison 500 let alone win it. In a classy race like this, only the best and the fastest had the right to compete The car ran like a dream but it looked like hell. It was held together with duct tape and spit. Its mismatched panels and patched up body looked like something abandoned on the roadside. That look might be okay for the county dirt tracks, but in the Madison he’d be the ugly duckling…
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When you wake the morning
When you wake the morning
red headed children shimmer in your eyes.
The veinous map
of sun drenched eyelids
flutters
throbbing topography.
Your muscles ripple.
Scared animals burrow
under your dewey skin.
Frozen light sculptures
where wrinkles dwell.
Embroidered shades,
in thick-maned tapestry.
Your lips depart in scarlet,
flesh to withering flesh,
and breath in curved tranquility
escapes the flaring nostrils.
Your warmth invades my sweat,
your lips leave skin regards
on my humidity.
Eyelashes clash.
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Sam Vaknin ( http://samvak.tripod.com ) is the author of Malignant Self Love - Narcissism Revisited and After the Rain - How the West Lost the East as well as many other books and ebooks about topics in psychology, relationships, philosophy, economics, and international…
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