Freedom's Drum

Jessie Mae Hemphill - You Can Talk About Me

sharon3.wmv

Spoken Word

Spoken Word --  My Altar Call



Spoken Word Life is Short (wake up)




Spoken Word .wmv

"Patriotic Me" THE CORNEL WEST THEORY

A BLACK WOMAN'S SMILE

A BLACK WOMAN'S SMILE BY TY GRAY EL: SPOKEN WORD

(I Get Lifted) Jesse Adams Jr. .m4v

Gil Scott Heron - Message

Gil Scott Heron - Message to the Messengers

A powerful message from a powerful voice. Very profound and an excellent point that needed to be made.

Gil Scott-Heron - "Where Did The Night Go"

Gil Scott-Heron: Definition of a Poet

Gil Scott-Heron - Beginnings (The First Minute of a New Day)

Gil Scott Heron - Washington D.C

Gil Scott-Heron | Three Miles Down

Gil Scott-Heron | We Almost Lost Detroit

Gil Scott-Heron - Beginnings (The First Minute of a New Day)

Dr. Angela Davis - Are Prisons Obsolete?

The Sun

The Lonely Sun


Nina Simone - Here Comes the Sun

I Am That Man

Thank You Lord by Maya Angelou

The Last Poets "Take Your Time" (S01 E03)

Nikki Giovanni "Talk To Me Poem" (S01 E01)

"Our Vision Is Our Voice" Sonia Sanchez (Def Poetry)

Sonia Sanchez "Put on the sleeves of love."

Intimate Thoughts of YouBy, Norma Jean Davis

Intimate thoughts of being with you
Leaves my body embraced in hot
Passionate heat.
Of wanting to be held in your arms
At night
Feeling the strong but yet tender caress
Of your hands touching and comforting
The places that only you can my love.
Your magical touch starts with you
Making love to my mind stroking ever
So gently, your words are like that of
An old R&B melody feeling me softly
With your tender words of love.
And then your stimulating me with the
Physical touches of your hands.
Feeling your lips kiss me gently upon mine.
With the tip of your tongue, you part my lips
And take my tongue into your mouth and
Suck deeply tasting how sweet it is.
While your hands make their own pathway to
And fro over my curves and finally you reach
My tunnel of hot juices.
My body responds to your touch as my hips
Rise up off the bed wanting you to caress me
There with more depth.
Your kisses make their way to the center between
My breast and you take your tongue and trace a
Wet heart there.
Then you continue your kisses over to my nipples
That is now hard and swollen from your touch.
Slowly you travel down to my navel and you planet
Small lick kisses there.
And continue your journey until ...Until mmmmm
Mmmmm you are feasting on my honey cove.

Distant Love

         Distant Love
By Tiffany B.

My life has been so empty for so long,
no one to love or call my own.
I patiently waited for that time to come,
To share this special with someone.

Until you came from the mist, unexpectedly,
Taking me as I am and accepting me.
You filled the emptiness that laid inside,
releasing me form my bitterness and pride.

We shared endless moments together,
questioning if the feelings were true,
Not realizing how fast time had flew.
The time had come for me to part and go away,
The words goodbye I had refused to say.

I am now miles away from the one I love,
things are so different, but your still all I think of.
A day seems like year and a month feels like forever,
I think about the times we spent, and THAT
I will always treasure.

Your soft brown eyes that made me shy away,
your cute little smile that brightened my day.
Your gentle touch that gave me chills,
and your whole body in itself that gave
me thrills.

I'll wait patiently until we can touch again,
but i am now more satisfied because you
are more than just my friend.
To bring back those moments, and to
finally see your smile,
And hope that things will remain the same
for a while.

My feelings for you are now stronger than before,
and your love is something I will not ignore.
See now, a part of you has grown in me,
I love you always and forever it will be. 

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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