inside jamari fox

when i was younger,
after losing her apartment,
my mother and i had to move into my sister’s aunt’s house with my step father.
Foxhole,
that house was an absolute nightmare.
it was like a horror movie set in slow motion.
her aunts had given up on life and…

content.
it’s the name of the game in these social media forests.
when any kind of drama hits,
it’s a goldmine for clout and clicks.
our presidential candidates?
they’re serving up content like it’s a buffet for this election.
today,
they tried to take trump out,
and guess what?…

Tuesday

i was gearing up to dive into The Foxhole that morning.
some of you sent me some things that peaked my interest.
as i was about to sit down,
a loud banging shook my door.
peeking through the hole,
i saw a swarm of random white men.
that is never good.

“We have an emergency!
We’ll break the door down if no one answers.”

wtf is happening?
when i opened the door…

it’s no secret that many white males love a big,
black,
juicy,
cock….
(in their) tail.
i mean,
we all do especially after a long and hard day.
this white wolf we all know looks like arms and biceps are his weakness.
what a coinky dink!
mine too!
i think he might have forgotten all lens are on him tho…

Fonting of The Boys…

i’ve realized that when i don’t watch something everyone is raving about,
it’s because i’m not ready for the message yet.
there are countless shows i’ve skipped because my spirit wasn’t prepared.
take “the boys” on amazon prime-
i’d heard the buzz but wasn’t feeling it.
out of nowhere over the weekend,
i felt this pull to start watching.
let me font you,
foxhole…

this past weekend,
i celebrated my birthday.
it wasn’t a grand affair with a huge guest list and party favors.
no one was doing coke in my bathroom.
no big shindigs or dinner plans.
i spent it with someone who is really special…