Alexis Dean Jr.
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Alexis “L.E.X” Dean Jr. is a clean Hip-Hop artist, poet, and educator from Milwaukee, WI. As a writer and music artist, he focuses on the importance of educating through his words and stories...
IG: @DreamsStartYoung
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What A Girl Needs
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. In her room, it was designed to be a baby girl’s dream. Mystical creatures and lettering lined the trimmings of the walls the parents purposely designed to avoid a pink color scheme. Each wall had different particular earth toned patterns. Perfectly coordinated mixtures of Forest Green, Midnight Blue, Desert Sand, Canyon Brown, and Rich Earth filled the space to make it a special world for her to get lost inside. Visual entertainment from floor to ceiling, with pictures of significance framed accordingly. All her soft stuffed animals were arranged from biggest to smallest in different corners and play areas, and her bookshelf had wonderful fiction and non-fiction tales. As she grew, her bookshelf would rotate in complexity, length, and interests of her own so she could never be bored or out of choices. Her crib was custom-made, and designed to be the most comfort a baby could ask for when resting. With a beautiful crib mobile that spinned gingerly above her head. The sheets and blankets were minimalistic, so they weren’t overly stimulating. But, purchased based on their stitch count and material that were used to make them. There was almost always a sound of the ocean, wind, and quiet tones flowing around from the noise machine. Occassionally, you could even hear an audiobook reading or a classical song being played.
By Alexis Dean Jr.3 years ago in Families
Never Forget Me
Every year on the same day, I sadly sat by the window with the same sorrow as before until the day I was disturbed by the sound of approaching propellers. They were the propellers of a package-carrying drone! It flew by my window to grab my attention, and then quickly raced toward my front porch. I ran as fast as I could to catch a glance of it up close, but once I opened the door, it was gone. I looked right and left, but all that was left was a box. A mysterious box. It was slightly bigger than a shoebox, but it was brown and dull. Ultimately, the perfect distraction from an otherwise saddening day. I picked up the box and began to read the letter attached to it.
By Alexis Dean Jr.3 years ago in Families
