Wednesday, August 12, 2009

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

Thursday, July 30, 2009

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!

Monday, July 6, 2009

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

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

FATHERHOOD & PERSONAL RESPONSIBLITY



RESPONSIBLE FATHERHOOD! - HAPPY FATHER'S DAY OTHG!
Happy Fathers Day

THE FULL TOWN MEETING ON FATHERHOOD & PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY


Sunday, June 21, 2009

Black Ice

Black Ice - The Ugly Show

Saturday, June 6, 2009

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!

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Words To Think About

I WANT



"Warrior's Love" Malak Salaam



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



Spoken Word Poetry THE MALE EGO

Monday, April 20, 2009

Jill Scott - Words of real LIFE

Def Poetry: Jill Scott



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



Thank you Renee

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

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

Sunday, March 29, 2009

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