G.S.P Gentleman. Soldier. Player. By: Roscoe Douglas You know, thru out my life, I never understood what it meant to be an African American for a long ass time.  And trust me right now, I still don’t know.  My family and friends who are of my kind keep telling me what it means to be an African male in this day and age.  It’s really dumb when I think about it.  I mean, most of the time all I see is my kind killing each other, drinking like there’s no tomorrow, doing some kind of drug, or fucking up something.  It’s all just stupid.  But you know something, there’s a few  black men who know how to play the game and

A Black Widow Wife By: Roscoe Douglas “I’m sorry…. but its over” A woman spoke softly letting someone’s hands go.  She walk from this figure that stood within the light of a streetlight until she vanished into the night.  The figure left standing watch her leave, as he was speechless until the rain came pouring down from the black clouds.  His eyes focused on the ground under his feet as he heard and felt the rain flowing down onto his body. “So, this is how it is…. well, then I’ll make sure that you pay for this.”  As he finish those words, his eyes were now filled with anger and revenge Chapte

Fallen Paradise By: Roscoe Douglas Climbing the pyramids of an ancient temple, a young man climbs the stairs of this seemingly forever staircase.  Holding only his gear to his right side and his hat shielding him from the bright sun, he continues to climb the stone stairs to reach the top.  "Damn, I never thought that this place would be so large.  This is what I get for following a tip over the phone."  His voice was a bit soft, but could still show signs of anger for what he was doing at this moment.  As the sun move about the sky above him, he had stop halfway along the stone staircase.  He panted a little holding a small canteen of wat