I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
Tuesday afternoon, Ferguson protesters march in downtown St. Louis, from City Hall to the US Courthouse.
My BET would have a morning show with news stories (Black issues of course… no white girl in a well stories), weather, and other segments. Musicians, entertainers, fashion health, and whatnot.
Then they’ll have to add some cooking shows.
And some different kinds of music. Jazz.. Reggae.. like…