City of Angels

By Mac Guerreiro She holds me like a young mother, tightly, but not so much so that eye can’t breathe. She cares yet she has no clue what she’s doing. Perhaps a dangerous combination, but we must remember that at one point the children become adults and they can no longer blame a young mother …

Noticing You

By Mac Guerreiro He said, “I figured maybe you just didn’t date black guys,” and at this, eye laughed because when looking back, my history could certainly cause reason for such an assumption. However, in this case, it was nothing of the sort. At first it was an unwillingness to believe that he isn’t a …