Tuggie say he and his baby’s momma don’t see eye to eye—
She on him, calling him out his name.
He fire back.
Middle kid at Hopkins.
Tuggie working—full-time—
Barely getting by.
Sometimes behind.
It don’t sit right.
It ride him.
Hours keep movin’.
He still talk—
Even when nothing answer back.
But when he rappin’…
The words come out right.
He strong.
Won’t be pushed around.
Born Blessed in South Korea in 1969 and raised in Baltimore, I’ve built a career with 20 years in customer service and 10 years in behavioral health. The crowning jewel of my studies came when I earned the only passing grade of an A from a Harvard professor — a true master of the craft of Shakespeare
And the English language, whose guidance opened the gateway to worlds of imagination, discipline, and wonder.
Married for 25 years, I share the good life with two dogs (Isabella and Juliet) and one cat named Maddie. In my free time, I enjoy writing, biking, gospel music, and spending time with my pastor and friends.
