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Urban Expressions I

Andrew Anderson-Taylor was born in Richmond Va., to his mother Marvell Gross-Taylor and father James A. Taylor, Sr. on October 20th, 1963. I was barely two year old when we all moved to DC and into a one bedroom apartment in SE DC just off MLK Ave., it was just up the street from where the big Chair sits today, a DC landmark. My mom would later move us to the projects of East Capital dwellings in SE Washington DC (a true urban ghetto) in attempt to get away from my father who was an abusive alcoholic . There in the projects I would attend Shad Elementary school. Were I soon would exhibit a great propensity towards drawing by the age of five. Though I was only five, I could easily out draw many of the older children. Although I could draw very well, I still struggled academically throughout my schooling. I finally discovered poetry while enrolled at Washington Dix Street Academy in NE DC; there I would read the works of Langston Hughes and Maya Angelou, both of these writers would have a profound effect on my life and help me to discover my talent for writing. I still continued to draw, but writing had taken on a whole new meaning for me in my life. I would save many of my poems that I wrote back then and many of which I did include into this first book. Look for some of the others poems that were not included in this book, to surely be in some of my future books! I'm still a DC Police officer in our Nation’s Capital today. During my career as an officer, I have never lost touch with my love of poetry and art, sometimes as I would be on patrol on the streets, I would find myself during down times just scribbling out some short poetry onto blank pieces of paper that I would keep on my clip board in my police car. I was appointed to the Metropolitan Police Department on July 17, 1989. Though recently I was diagnosed with colon cancer in 2002 and suffered the set back of two major surgeries. I'm currently now a five year cancer survivor and loving each day of my life. People sometimes ask me, why did I become a cop in the first place? I became a cop to make a difference in this city, were I had spent most of my life growing up. Though much has yet to change in the city? I still continue to try and make a difference in this city that I love so dearly. I have a number of other books that I'm currently working on and I hope that if you do buy my first book Urban Expressions I? You will most certainly want to consider adding my next book Urban Expressions II to your collection as well. I look forward to finishing it and sharing it with all of you! I would like to thank you in advance for your purchase of my book and your support!


No more handkerchiefs…


Blog Posted:5/26/2008 6:13:00 PM
No more handkerchiefs… A Premium Member's Poem
I can recall the first time she ever held me in her arms and looked into my 

eyes… she was more different than anyone else I would ever come to know.  It 

was the way that she touch me, that said to me, no harm would ever come upon 

you  as Iong as I was here... it was the way that she looked at me that told me 

how deeply she cared. As I got older sometimes I wouldn't always do 

what she told me to do. 

Somehow she still managed to let the warmth of her smile still come through, to 

despite her distain for what I had did, it was a look that said you can do better if 

you only try? I can’t bring her back to me... as I sit here by her final resting place. 

As these never ending blue tear drops flow down my face both night and day. 

Oh how I miss momma and wish that she we’re still here to wipe away my

blue tears? 

If she was still here, I know she would wipe away my blue tears... and she would 

pull out one of those old handkerchiefs that she kept in her old purse and 

she would then  say to me.., don’t cry my baby everything will be okay. Now blow 

your nose and let me see that smile on your face? 


As the six of those elderly men carried her down those steps and as I followed 

along, just thinking to myself...she can’t be gone? As they started to lower her 

beautiful white casket into it's final resting place, I did come to realize, no more 

would I see her smile that would make the pain go away and the boogieman 

seem like a bad friend misbehaving that when she would appeared he would 

just run away. Now here I stand a broken hearted man, but I weep like that baby 

she once knew years ago... I know momma has the Angels smiling and laughing 

up there? 

Truly God must have already known there was one Angel still left down here on 

earth and  that he needed them to to come back home, so he called for momma 

late one February night. God already knew about your warm kisses that could 

put the suns warmth to shame and he knew about hugs that you could

give that put a tight sweater to shame. 

I miss you momma, I know you are passing out those old handkerchiefs of yours 

from out of  that old purse you use to carry and wiping Angels noses and 

mending their wings...I miss you mother, but I'm sure they did too.

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  1. Date: 5/27/2008 3:59:00 PM
    This brings tears. A beautiful tribute to a beautiful lady. Moms have a special way with their children that make the bad times disappear. My condolences. Your sad loss will be heaven's joyful gain. God Bless, Jay. Vince

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  1. Date: 5/27/2008 5:05:00 AM
    So very sorry for your loss Jay. This was such a beautiful and touching tribute. May you find strength and peace through your family and friends, and of course within your wonderful memories. Love, Shar

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Date Posted: 12/18/2008 4:22:00 PM
Thanks to all you who have shown me love over the past year...JAAT
Date Posted: 12/18/2008 7:22:00 AM
No more handkerchiefs…
Date Posted: 5/26/2008 6:13:00 PM
Thanks all!
Date Posted: 4/13/2008 7:22:00 AM
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Date Posted: 4/9/2008 10:49:00 AM
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Date Posted: 4/8/2008 5:55:00 PM
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