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!

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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.

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“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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New World Black Women

shatter the myths salve centuries old wounds,
let the world know you are still healing,
but not a moment too soon,
for all is not forgotten nor forgiving,

you been victimized,marginalized,criticized ,
by so many negative stereotypes .
so many insults has been hurled at you,
still to this day you are standing firm and true,

beautiful black woman a new day is dawning,
stand up take a bow,hear me shout out loud,
I'm so proud,,
instead of washing dishing,
you will be running the white house

Michell Obama doing it for the sisters,
queens of old,
your time has come let the truth be told,
wide hips, big legs booty for days ,beautiful smile,
eyes that symbolize black pride ,

beautiful black woman ,
comes in all shades of gray,
for so long so many has waited for day,
when the moon would give way to the sun ray,,

you don't need to look white,
to be pleasing in the worlds sight,
you are strong proud a mother and child,

lets hear it a standing ovation ,
give the woman her dues,
as the first lady of a nation,
who often gave her the blues

beautiful black woman,
Hollywood couldn't make over you,
unlike Beyonce or Halle Barry,
no make up . could cover up,
a beauty so true,

beautiful black woman ,peace wizthom@8 part 1

LOVE IS THE FORCE ,THAT RULES US ALL,,
*********************************
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Gil Scott-Heron

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"It’s not much fun being a prophet. Sure, you get to speak truth to power, but inevitably you wind up getting popped in the kisser for your trouble. Then you go crazy and nobody listens anyway, until it’s too late. You’re essentially doomed. "

Gil Scott-Heron

Gil Scott-Heron was born in Chicago, Illinois, (April 01,1949 ) Gil's mother Bobbie Scott-Heron sang with the New York Oratorial Society, a college-graduate who worked as a librarian.. Scott-Heron's father, Giles "Gil" Heron of Jamaican descent, nicknamed "The Black Arrow" was a football (soccer) player who, in the 1950s, became the first black athlete to play for
Glasgow's Celtic Football Club. His parents divorced early in his life, and Gil Scott-Heron was sent to live with his grandmother .

Gil spent his early childhood in the home of his maternal grandmother Lillie Scott in Lincoln,Tennessee. Learning musical and literary instruction from her. Scott-Heron also learned about prejudice firsthand, as he was one of three children picked to integrate an elementary school in nearby Jackson,Tn. The abuse proved to much to bear . Though Scott-Heron's experiences in Tennessee must have been difficult, they proved to be the seed of his writing career, as his first volume of poetry was written around that time.

When Gil Scott-Heron was 13 years old, his grandmother died and he moved to his mother in the Bronx in New York City, where he enrolled in DeWitt Clinton High School. He later transferred to The Fieldston School after one of his teachers, a Fieldston graduate, showed one of his writings to the head of the English department there and he was granted a full scholarship.

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Oct 14, 2007


lonely ,lonely

wisemanspeeks

wrote: lonely !! lonely ,lonely
loneliest house on the block,
lonely!,lonely,lonely,
till all i do is cry,

they say it's a sign of weakness for tears to flow,
i say what do those fools know of cleansing the soul,
just because tears does not fall from my eyes,
i cry, i cry inside i die a little more,
as this pain i must endure to it's end,
at the lonely house on the block,

no treats for me,as love plays tricks a plenty,
every night on my knees i pray that tomorrow,
brings a brighter day as my prayers go unanswered,
again with these ghost of my past i am dancing,
this trash can of mines is empty yet full,
of memories,of coulda been, shoulda been, if it hadn't

been for,
the forks in the road Audrey whats wrong with me,

here at the loneliest house on the block,
torture has become the norm for a restless spirit,
peace of mind here lately i have not been able,
to go any where near it


a ghost love of lone ago has her hooks in me,
she wont sat me free ,lonely! lonely lonely,
how lonely can i be,i will be that leaf,
that clings to the tree long after the other has gone ,
lonely ,lonely,lonely,
I'm that person who never hears a knock at my door,
cause i am so lost inside my soul,

lonely! lonely,lonely,
I'm that misfit in a crowd ,
a clown with the tear drop,
that loneliest house on the block,
where no-one ever stops ,

LONELY! LONELY!LONELY!
I'm going out my mind,
my life is so out of time,
even misery wont keep me company,
LONELY! OH I'M SO LONELY,

Cathy where are you,,
all i need is just a Lil love,
to rescue me ,a hope to cling to,
one more chance to chase my blues away,
lovely rose it's torture ,torture,
without Ur presents in my world,
LONELY LONELY LONELY;

loneliest house on the block,
this year looks like no treats for me,peace

wisemanspeeks@protected o7 aka wizthom