THIS IS A STORY ABOUT LIFES UP'S DOWNS, AND STORMS ALL WHILE LIVING A CHRISTIAN LIFE. IT SHOWS WHAT WILL HAPPEN IN THE END IF YOU JUST HOLD ON TO GOD'S UNCHANGING HAND.
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My main objective was money, fast talkin dudes, and getting over, or so I thought. A fairytale childhood was only seen on television. I became the parent a long time ago when the track marks in my mother’s arms became evident to the entire neighborhood. Barbie dolls were a myth to me, thought you knew my hustle was survival. I originated in West Oakland, Ghost town to be exact. My father was the biggest hustler on that side. Lawrence King better know as “Chameleon” to everyone in the hood. He never got his hands dirty or as he used to tell me, daddy’s hands never gets caught in the cookie jar. He soon became non-existent to us shortly after my ninth birthday. I would soon find out how hard he fought against not being apart of his baby girl’s life. Oh yeah who am I? My name is Ocean King; born forced to deal with the hell my parents created along with all the other drama life had to offer.
In today’s secular environment the two worlds of science and spirituality are alien worlds, distinguished primarily by a deep-seated antagonism in which the principles of spirituality and the pragmatism of modern science exist face to face in a peren
Poetry. Various urgent, lively, and sometimes haunting poems appear here alongside stark black and white photos of Jones' homeless subjects. Jones takes on the plight of the homeless in different voices, echoing the thoughts of people on the streets,
