If you went to Balm in Gilead, lived in Milwaukee, or went to Parkside during the late 90s, early 2000s, you will forced to reminisce as you read this novel. I did my best to bring all three of them to life within the pages. *small excerpt from the church scene* I smiled back and let Pooter walk in front of me so he could sit down first. There were new faces all around me. When the time came for the church to recognize its visitors, I felt a few people looking at me in anticipation that I would stand. I sunk down in my seat. I hated being the center of attention. Pooter spotted a few of his cousins sitting by our aunt. They were waving him over to sit by them. “‘Rell, can I go sit with Justin and Jazz” he asked, his index finger erect as he spoke. “Don’t point,” I said as I pushed his hand down and glanced over in their direction. Our aunt nodded, confirming that it was ok for him to come. Pooter picked up his Bible and anxiously scooted past me in his navy blue suit with white pin stripes. He was dressed to impress at a young age, but I was in jeans and a white T-shirt. To me, it didn’t matter how I looked when I went to church, and my mom hated it. “Why can’t you dress according to your age?” I would just smile and use a verse from the Bible: “the Word says come as you are.” I didn’t know where it was, but I knew it was in there. I sat back in my seat as the heat from the service began to make beads of sweat form on my forehead. I turned and gestured towards one of the doorkeepers for a fan. To my surprise, about six pews had been filled in during the ten minutes I had been in my seat. I noticed one child in his mother’s arms, limbs moving frantically, trying to break loose of her grip. She popped his legs. “Sit still!” she told him in a hushed voice. He stopped moving, only to begin crying moments later. The only thing that was next to the mother was a baby seat. I wondered where the child’s father was. A few seats behind her sat a beautiful, young, brown- skinned woman. She couldn’t have been any more than twenty- three years old. She had a birthmark on her left cheek that covered a little less than half of her face. I’d never seen an anomaly so beautiful. Her mouth was closed. Her lips drew me into her. They were soft enough to sleep on and ready to be kissed. She was perfect to me. I had to turn away before the devil ran wild with my imagination. If you have a minute and 30 seconds, please check the promo and purchase! ***AMAZON REVIEW*** This book really had me hooked from page one. I was very into the emotional thought of a male struggling to find his faith. I also believe that the title poetry may make other readers think this book is full of poetry, but it is actually a narrative. youtu.be/2JiwEga2Q5s
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