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Can a Sistah Get Some Love...

My Single Sistahs, I love you and truly feel your pain, however, you are not Michelle Obama, and you will probably not end up with Barack ... or Denzel. If you want to find the right one, lose the high ideal and get your priorities in order.
I sympathize with Black women because it’s true that 71 percent of Black grad students are female and outnumber Black men in the general population 7 to 1. But maybe we’ve all heard the one about "successful Black women being unable to find suitable Black mates", well it's not about ineligible men. And if you are doing this by the numbers, ladies, then your outlook is bleak. But it’s not about the numbers—“successful” Black men made the same lame claim back in the day. It’s about choices and how we measure success. Black women sometimes resent Black men because, with all the educated Black women, they seem to have choices in mates that we don’t. I promise you, quantity and quality are different. Please trust that it takes more than an education and a successful career to be wife or husband material. And women think if we wait long enough, we will find our own Denzel Washington. The problem is, there isn’t enough Denzel to go around. If we want to marry a Black man, it seems as if we have only a few choices:

Sugar Daddy

ACTS LIKE: Your Dad
SOUNDS LIKE: Barry White
YOU KNOW IT’S HIM: When he collapses dead on top of you

Daddy-O is frequently the old guy in the club wearing a Chess King suit and Stacy Adams on his feet. He’s married and has worked at the same factory for 20 years. His wifey’s breasts are getting long and veiny, but he’s got the money to pay for the attentions of young ladies. So he sneaks out after second shift, goes line-dancing at the club and builds himself a stable of tenderonis who eventually break him for rent, clothes, cars and food, and he breaks them off four whole minutes of lovin’—if he can get it up. Wifey finds a hotel receipt, they fight, make up and it starts all over again.

Pierre Delacroix

LOOKS LIKE: Kanye West
SOUNDS LIKE: He needs some bass in his voice
YOU KNOW IT’S HIM: He carries a croquet mallet everywhere he goes.

Pierre thinks he is better than everyone, including you. He has a nice ride, an Ivy League education and the personality of an English muffin: White and flat, with lots of nooks and crannies to hold the remnants of his Blackness, that inherent connection most of us have with people of color from all walks of life. He’s got an English accent even though he’s only even been to London, Ontario. Pierre is a trifle dandy and intentionally doesn’t exude any masculine qualities people might find offensive, leading people to call him “Dela-question-mark.” Secretly, he wishes he knew who he was.

D'militant
LOOKS LIKE: A mailroom clerk
SMELLS LIKE: Dirty khakis
YOU KNOW IT’S HIM: He’s driving your car.

D'militant is railing against The Man by refusing to work for The Man. Scratch that. He works—kinda works—the system, if you know what I mean. He works, but just hard enough to keep a gig but not hard enough so anyone would notice. He’s nice enough, if only he wanted something out of life. He goes to work (late) and becomes what people pejoratively call the “goldbrick-on-shift.” He sometimes does enough work to get by, sometimes not. Sometimes, he lacks drive and just settles into a mailroom gig, where he can nap between mail runs. He often just keeps a job long enough to collect unemployment. He works fast food sometimes—which is a laudable, honest vocation—and will sometime get promoted to key manager (aka Straw Boss). He’ll keep that key for 10 years or better until finally someone asks him why he doesn’t try to get promoted. “I prefer not to,” he says.

…and the list goes on, and it doesn’t get any better, right? So by looking for an eligible Black man toting a brand-name education or an advanced degree (if earning potential or whatever is to be our measure for eligibility) they are effectively chasing a minority within a minority because we think that most Black men are all out stealing hubcaps, sucking on neck-bones, chasing down white women or, as magical as Black men want to be, maybe all three at once. Eligible Black men, we think, can have their pick of educated Black women (assuming they even date Black women), as if merely having a job, an education and a pulse makes a woman “wife material.” While there may be a lot of women available to Black men, Some may not be sistahs you want to spend your life with. They are mostly variations on a few themes:

Dr. Donhavaman

LOOKS LIKE: She needs some sleep.
SOUNDS: Angry. At everyone.
YOU KNOW IT’S HER: She’ll tell you.

She has five undergraduate degrees, a Ph.D. and three cars, but can’t butter toast. She was so focused on being a successful Black woman that learning the finer points of the womanly art of wifery slipped from her agenda. She can do outpatient surgery, but doesn’t know what a dustpan is for. She can draw up a budget for the entire year but can’t get down in the bedroom to save her soul.

Poetess

SMELLS LIKE: Patchouli and Kools
EATS: Hummus. And other women.
WORKS: Ha! Draws a check on some kind of work-study/SSI scam

Poetess is usually a reformed wanton woman of some sort trying to convince you that she’s healed her life through the power of poetry. She spent half a semester in Creative Writing 090, and she quotes Hemingway, for Christ’s sake. She normally has a typical name like Faloojah but has taken to calling herself “Bush Queen” or some made-up African name she found in Ebony magazine. She writes poetry and reads it at every opportunity, these mildly lyrical rants. She’s so deep; she stopped wearing deodorant and decided that fellatio is “not the way of the goddess.” Good luck my Sistah!!!

The Power of Words

Your words, your dreams, and your thoughts have power to create conditions in your life.
What you speak about, you can bring about.

If you keep saying you can't stand your job, you might lose your job.

If you keep saying you can't stand your body, your body can become sick.

If you keep saying you can't stand your car, your car could be stolen or just stop operating.

If you keep saying you're broke, guess what? You'll always be broke.

If you keep saying you can't trust a man or trust a woman, you will always find someone in your life to hurt and betray you.

If you keep saying you can't find a job, you will remain unemployed.

If you keep saying you can't find someone to love you or believe in you, your very thought will attract more experiences to confirm your beliefs.

If you keep talking about a divorce or break up in a relationship, then you might end up with it.

Turn your thoughts and conversations around to be more positive and power packed with faith, hope, love and action.
Don't be afraid to believe that you can have what you want and deserve.

Watch your Thoughts, they become words.
Watch your Words, they become actions.
Watch your Actions, they become habits..
Watch your Habits, they become character.
Watch your Character, for it becomes your Destiny.

The minute you settle for less than you deserve, you get even less than you settle for.

Thought I would share this with you.

In the search for Me, I discovered Truth.
In the search for Truth, I discovered Love.
In the search for Love, I discovered GOD.

And in God, I have found Everything.

Peace & Blessings

BEAUTIFUL CHRISTIAN SISTER

"A woman's heart should be so hidden in Christ
That a man should have to seek Him first to find her."










When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm not shouting 'I'm clean living,'
I'm whispering 'I was lost, Now I'm found and forgiven..'

When I say... 'I am a Christian' I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble and need Christ to be my guide.

When I say.. 'I am a Christian' I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak and need His strength to carry on..

When I say.. 'I am a Christian' I'm not bragging of success.
I'm admitting I have failed and need God to clean my mess.

When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm not claiming to be perfect,
My flaws are far too visible, but God believes I am worth it.

When I say... 'I am a Christian' I still feel the sting of pain...
I have my share of heartaches, so I call upon His name.

When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm not holier than thou,
I'm just a simple sinner Who received God's good grace, somehow!

Pretty is as Pretty does... But beautiful is just plain beautiful!

Maya Angelou

Peace & Blessings

WOW MAYA!!!

You are in love with Tommy,

Because his last name is Hilfiger,

But behind closed doors, Tommy,

Is calling you a n*gger,

But you could care less,

Because you have been taught to dress to impress,

If I ask you about your true history,

You would have to look on the back of your jeans and Guess,

You come up in the club wearing Versace,

Clothes made by a homosexual male,

So even when you say you are straight,

It is very hard to tell,

And for footwear, you wear Timberlands,

Even under the sun,

That same tree that's the symbol for them,

Could have been the same one your ancestors were hung from,

I cannot forget Nautica,

When was the last memory you have of ships,

Coming to North America in shackles,

Being beaten over the back with whips,

And to my beautiful black queens,

Whose creative womb has become barren,

I am confused because your face says Nefertiti,

But your sweater reads Donna Karen,

When was the last time you saw Liz Claiborne,

Conversing with black women,

But as soon as her name is printed on a purse,

To Macy's you quickly go running,

Ralph Lauren doesn't even look at black men,

Unless they are driving him around town,

But as soon as that slave master appears on the back of a horse,

You put whatever you have picked up down,

My people reclaim your status in this world and in your life,

F.U.B...U. in case you didn't know, stands for ( For Us By Us),

Buying black will someday suffice,

Do you k now who owns Timberland fashion?

Well, Timberland is owned by the president of the KKK,

Surprised ? Don't be.

Read more books black people,

Always hope for the best and prepare for the worst,

You may not get what you pay for,

But you'll surely pay for what you get.

~ Maya Angelou

KNOW THE DEAL.

Thank you Rejoyce

GO AND HUG YOUR "MICHAEL"

by Maya Angelou. - July 2009

Yesterday I cried watching the Michael Jackson memorial.
I cried for a little black boy who felt the world didn't understand him.
I cried for a little black boy
who spent his adulthood chasing his childhood.

And I thought about all the young black boys out there
who may feel that the world doesn’t understand them.
The ones who feel that the world does not understand
their baggy jeans, their swagger, their music, their anger, their struggles,
their fears or the chip on their shoulder.

I worry that my son, may too, one day feel lonely in a wide, wide world.
I cried for young children of all colors who may live their life
Feeling like a misfit, feeling like no one
understands their perspective, or their soul.
What a burden to carry.

As a mother, I cried for Katherine Jackson
because no mother should ever bury a child. Period.
And I think about all the pain, tears and sleepless nights
that she must have endured seeing her baby boy in inner pain,
seeing him struggle with his self- esteem, and his insecurities
and to know that he often felt unloved.
Even while the world loved him deeply.

How does it feel to think that the unconditional love
we give as mothers just isn’t enough to make our children feel whole?
I wonder if she still suffers thinking, “What more could I have done?”
Even Moms of music legends aren’t immune to Mommy guilt, I suppose.

When Rev. Al Sharpton (who always delivers one “Awesome” funeral
speech), said to Michael’s children “ Your Daddy was not Strange . . . .
It was strange what your daddy had to deal with”
I thought of all of the strange things of the world
that my children would have to deal with.
Better yet, the things I hope they won’t ever have to deal with anymore.

And as a mother raising a young black boy, I feel recommitted and yet a
little confused as to how to make sure my son is sure enough
Within himself to take on the world. Especially a “strange” one.

To love himself enough to know that
even when the world doesn’t understand you,
Tries to force you into it’s mold or treats you unkindly,
you are still beautiful, strong, and Black.

How do I do that?
Today, I’m taking back “childhood”
as an inalienable right for every brown little one.
In a world that makes children into “booty-Shakin”, mini- adults
long before their time,
I’m reclaiming the playful, the innocent, run-around outside, childhood
as the key ingredient in raising confident adults.

Second, I will not rest until my little black boy,
My Michael, knows that his broad nose is beautiful,
his choclately brown skin is beautiful, and his thick hair is beautiful.
And nothing or no one, can take that away from him.
Now, ain’t we Bad, ain’t we Black, and ain’t we Beautiful!

Natural Star - For Michael Jackson

Friday, June 26, 2009
Natural Star - For Michael Jackson

© 1991 by Alice Walker

I am in mourning
For your face
The one I used to love
To see
Leaping, glowing
Upon the
The stage
The mike
Eager...
Thrusting
In your
Fist.

I am in mourning
For your face
The shining eyes
The happy teeth
The look that said
I am the world
And aren't you
Glad
Not to mention
Deeply
In luck.

I am in mourning
For
The sweet brown innocence
Of your skin
Your perfect nose
The shy smile
That lit you
Like a light.


I am in mourning
For a face
The Universe
In its goodness
Makes but once
Each
Thousand
Years
and smiles
And sends it out
To spread great joy
Itself well pleased.

I am in mourning
For your beloved face
So thoroughly
And undeservedly
Released.

Oh, my pretty little
Brother. Genius. Child.
Sing to us. Dance.

Rest in peace.

***


From Collected Poems (Her Blue Body Everything We Know) 1965-1990 by Alice Walker

FATHERHOOD & PERSONAL RESPONSIBLITY

RESPONSIBLE FATHERHOOD! - HAPPY FATHER'S DAY OTHG!


THE FULL TOWN MEETING ON FATHERHOOD & PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY

Black Ice

Black Ice - The Ugly Show

Life Is Fine
by Langston Hughes


I went down to the river,I set down on the bank.I tried to think but couldn't,So I jumped in and sank.I came up once and hollered!I came up twice and cried!If that water hadn't a-been so coldI might've sunk and died.But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!



I took the elevator Sixteen floors above the ground.I thought about my babyAnd thought I would jump down.I stood there and I hollered!I stood there and I cried!If it hadn't a-been so highI might've jumped and died.But it was High up there! It was high!



So since I'm still here livin',I guess I will live on.I could've died for love--But for livin' I was bornThough you may hear me holler,And you may see me cry--I'll be dogged, sweet baby,If you gonna see me die.Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!

Words To Think About

I WANT



"Warrior's Love" Malak Salaam



Hurry Home....... the clean version



Spoken Word Poetry THE MALE EGO

Jill Scott - Words of real LIFE

Def Poetry: Jill Scott



Def Jam Poetry - Jill Scott "Nothing Is For Nothing"



Thank you Renee

COMING BACK BLACK

COMING BACK BLACK

In a round table discussion about whether reincarnation was really
possible, a financially struggling single woman said,

"I want to come back as a rich white woman's poodle that's pampered
And rides around all day in her luxury car."

A tired waitress said, "I want to come back rich and make a lot of
Money and be a mega-super recording star".

The frustrated computer tech said, "If I can come back, I want to
be The President, so I can change a lot of things about this world near and
far."

Another woman thought about it and said, "I don't know if it's
possible, but if I can... God, please let me come back a
BLACK WOMAN.

I want to come back with a mind fierce and sharp,
with a spiritual faith that never waivers or doubts.
With a smile that is warm, and a body divine - with honey,
cinnamon
Or chocolate skin, draped in purple and gold. And, whether
young or old, always have enough money so the words broke, layaway,
overdue, or postdated check aren't in MY vocabulary.

I want to be a sister to my sister.
A woman wise when choosing my mate or a date.
I want to be able to cook greens, barbecue chicken, macaroni and cheese,
cornbread, a peach cobbler and a lemon pound cake all at the same time.

I want to come back a BLACK WOMAN with self-esteem, worthy of being
treated like a QUEEN by my King. A woman with patience, love, and wisdom
for children.
A BLACK WOMAN with subscriptions to Essence, Jet, Ebony, Black Enterprise,
and the Wall Street Journal.

I want to come back a BLACK WOMAN with at least one great
diamond from the Motherland on my finger.

I want to come back with the quiet courage of Rosa Parks, the voice of Ella
Fitzgerald, the political courage of Ida B. Wells, the determination of
Harriet Tubman, spiritual poise of Susan L.Taylor, the business savvy of
Oprah Winfrey,
the eloquence of Dr. Maya Angelou, and be the author of bestseller books
like Iyanla Vanzant.

I want to come back as a BLACK WOMAN, who can stay focused on GOD
regardless of the circumstances. I want to be SAVED from
the penalty of sin.

I want to never let what a person says or does change my demeanor.
I want to be humble, and to love and be loved unconditionally.
I want skin that is flawless and soft, eyes of discernment, and lips that
speak ONLY the truth.
I want hands of gentleness and feet of prosperity.
I want to be a lawyer to enforce the laws which man has broken.
If reincarnation is real, please let me come back as a BLACK WOMAN!!!"

I wanted to send this to all my sisters. We sometimes forget how
GREAT we really are.
Please pass this on to all the Sisters you know.
For the men that receive this, please pass it on to your wives, mothers,
grandmothers, sisters, aunts, significant others and any
other Black Sisters you know.
Believe me they'll appreciate receiving these words.
BLACK WOMEN ARE WONDERFUL !!!!
Thank you Renee

GOD is With the Living

GOD is With the Living

One day the controller of death came to me,
He said Wizthom look at this!
What he showed me,
Would have made a fool break down,
And cry,

Worst yet lose his religion,
Yes faith in GOD,
What that none person showed me,
Was a world full of death smoking ruins,

He spoke,

Where was your GOD,
When this was happening,
I looked him straight into those lifeless eyes,

(Said), GOD was with me,
GOD is with the living,
And what you are showing me,
Are shells of what used to be,
Much like a snake shedding its skin,
A butterfly leaven it's cocoon,

My GOD shelters life,
My GOD is life,

All this madness,
That breeds sadness,
GOD has nothing to do with it,

Hell is a place where one is vanished from GODS sight,
You ask what you already know,
GOD is not here,

But here you will remain,
Now I must go to dwell among the living.
peace wisemanspeeks@protected aka wizthom

we all will suffer for what evil does

we all will suffer for what evil does

i can remember the time when Jesus my self and the twelve disciple's
were gather on a mountain top,
we ran into a man a pig herder processed with many demons,
as he ran up to Jesus stating i am a tormented soul,
i have many personalities and none of them are me,
i have no control over who i am anymore,

Jesus looked at the man and said i command you ,
to tell me who you are,,
one by one the demons came forth ,

telling Jesus their names,who they serve,
pleading with Jesus not to destroy them,
then Jesus looked at the pigs the man was tending,
and commanded them to flee into a pig,

which they all did,
and then Jesus commanded them to all,
jump into the sea,
which they did,,

this puzzled me at seeing Jesus cast the whole lot,
of pigs into the sea,
i than asked Jesus,
why did you cast all the pigs into the sea,
when the demons only enter one pig?,

Jesus looked at me with a smile and said wizthom,
i forgot which pig they fled into,
therefore i doomed them all.. ,,

at that point i fell on the ground with laughter,
for within a miracle he still taught lessons,
that he to was human ,

of course it took a moment for the disciples to understand,
but when they did they to fell out with laughter,
and that lesson still holds true today,,

all will suffer for the wrongs evil does,,
one way shape or form,,
,peace wisemanspeeks!@protected aka wizthom

Live your Passion

What is your passion?

What stirs your soul
and makes you feel
like you're totally in harmony with
why you showed up here in the first place?

Know this for certain :

Whatever it may be,
you can make a living doing it
and simultaneously
provide for others.

You may fear disapproval of others.





Take that risk
and you'll discover that
you recieve more approval
when you don't seek it
Than when you do

You might fear being successful.
You may have been conditioned
to believe you're nadequate
or limited.

The only way to challenge these absurdities
is to go toward what you know you're here for
and let success chase after you,
as it most assuredly will.




This may come as a surprise to you,
but Failure is an illusion.
No one fails at anything.

Everything you do produces a result.


The real question is,
what you do with the results
that you produce.

Failure is a judgement.
It's just an opinion


It comes from your fears
which can be eliminated by love



Love for yourself.
Love for what you do.
Love for others.

When you have love within you,
fear cannot survive.










***************



Esther B

Live your Passion

The Mother Earth's Peacemakers Group

SLOW DANCE

This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital. It was sent by her medical doctor. 

SLOW DANCE

Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Do you run through each day on the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?

You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Ever told your child,we'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste, not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time To call and say, 'Hi'

You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there 
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....Thrown away.

Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.

I REFUSE

I REFUSE

I refuse to be discouraged, To be sad, or to cry;
I refuse to be downhearted, and here's the reason why:
I have a God who's mighty, Who's sovereign and supreme;
I have a God who loves me, and by grace I'm on His team.

He is all-wise and powerful. Jesus is His Son;
Though everything is changeable, My God remains the one.
My God knows all that's happening; Beginning to the end;
His presence is my comfort; He is my dearest Friend.

When sickness comes to weaken me, To bring my head down low,
I call upon my mighty God; Into His arms I go.
When circumstances threaten to rob me of my peace;
He draws me close unto His breast, Where all my strivings cease.

When my heart melts within me, and weakness takes control;
He gathers me into His arms, He soothes my heart and soul.
The great "I AM" is with me. My life is in His hand.
The "Son of the Lord" is my hope. It's in His strength I stand.

I refuse to be defeated. My eyes are on my God;
He has promised to be with me, As through this life I trod.
I'm looking past all my circumstances, To Heaven's throne above;
My prayers have reached the heart of God I'm resting in His love.

I give God thanks in everything. My eyes are on His face;
The battle's His, the victory mine; He'll help me win the race.


I Can Do All Things Through Jesus Christ Who Strengthens Me!

This poem was sent to me by a friend

LOVE

Juke Box Love Song
 by Langston Hughes

I could take the Harlem night
and wrap around you,
Take the neon lights and make a crown,
Take the Lenox Avenue busses,
Taxis, subways,
And for your love song tone their rumble down.
Take Harlem's heartbeat,
Make a drumbeat,
Put it on a record, let it whirl,
And while we listen to it play,
Dance with you till day--
Dance with you, my sweet brown Harlem girl



Love Of My Life
By Mr. Dvyne

Thank you for being who
you are to me
what you are to me
for having the courage to come
this far with me.

Thank you for awakening this love inside
my soul has come alive
to whom does my heart belong?
I don't have to decide
Thank you for giving me the
chance to love you

I'd die for you
I'd have no regrets
because I truly adore you
Thank you for doing all
the things you do
forever be with me, and
I am with you.

Common: "A Dream"

Common: "A Dream" Music Video

“Inside Of Me”

“Inside Of Me”
By Awesomejoe © 2001

“Love”

Inside of me there are times …

When the essences of love…

Begins to have its way with my heart…

Because its you that I’m always thinking of…

I don’t know how, when or why…

But the feelings of love never seem to go away inside of me…

And I’m glad the way love makes me feel…

Because it inspires me to share my feelings…

Sometimes in words that I write…

Or a song that I hear or just a simple conversation…

“Passion”

Inside of me there are emotions…

Which at times gently releases the very soul of me…

It allows me the comforts to express the way that I feel…

When the essences of passion springs forth…

I feel peace with myself…

And I know that I can freely giveThe passions hidden deep inside…

It’s my safe haven to where my hopes, my dreams long to Escape…

The passions inside of me are never temporary…

But always everlasting…Some are always my best qualities…

But baby wait there’s more…

Because what’s inside of me always…seems to spring forth…

For it shows by the smile on my face…

Because I’m thankful for having you to share this with…

“Pleasure”

Inside of me are pleasures unknown

It’s a closeness that stretches way beyond the boundaries of love & Passion
And it brings those feelings together hand in hand…mmmm!

Inside of me there is gentleness…That rises from the very touch of me…

That can send chills up & down your spine…

The pleasures that lay within…

Springs forth erotic dreams that can come true…

The kind of pleasures that are meant to be shared by two…

Every time I get in touch with the very inside of my soul…

I get in tune with desires I have never known…

Happiness in my world of love that last forever…

And somehow the reality of you…

Comes into view of how my heart & my life

Has been measured by how much you have touched my Life and the very inside of me…and that very thing I call…

“Love”…

written 8-10-2001
Copyright © 1998-2005

Praise Song for The Day - Poem by Elizabeth Alexander

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