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Listen to used The mud did the girl, What song to sings. The first movement --------- You use mud I created, but my heart, I used the people do not know Many Secret, sweet spring water. . . And some other things, Composition is formed, Created. My master, You said that you often wearing a the new green jumpsuit dress, carrying a pottery Go blue Behind the tall mountain Fountain absorb water? Shengquan you say this will be singing in the daytime, green and blue at night issued rosy flame it? You said your heart, you use people Unknown Many secrets, sweet spring water, formed, created it? You said your h…

Love. Is. To. Your. Beloved ,Loving. Words. To. Say. Having. Loving. Affection. On. Display.. Sharing ,Caring ,With. Honesty,And. Trust.. Love Making,Deep. And. True,Not. Erotic. Lust.. Love. Feelings. That,Never. Grow. Old. With Walks, Loving. Hands. To. Hold.. Together. Alone. ,Listening. To. Four. Tops. Songs. Of Love.. Hearing. Love Passion,Love's-Needing. ,Love's. Pleading. From,The. Voice. Of. Levi -Stubb's..Love. Is. Being. With. A-Love. That. Is. Enough. Having,Smiles. After. Making. Love...

Tyre. Nichols. Black. Police. Kept. Beating. Him.. White. People. ,Black. Police. Know. Not. To. Beat. Them.. Black. Police. Black. ,People. Should. Be. Able. To. Trust.....Choking. Deaths,Shooting. ,Deaths. Of. Innocent. Black. People. ,They. Know. How. Racist., White, Police. Treat. Us.....Black. Police. Kept. Beating. Him. Not,Caring. About. His. Pain. And. Suffering......His. Cries. For.,.. His,Mother. They. Were. Hearing.....Being. Police. They. Thought , They. Could. Get. Away. With. This. In. Their. Mind......By. Racist ,White. Police. They. Could. Be. Tyre. Nichols. At. Any. Time.....!

THE DEVIL KNOWS WE ARE NAKED.BLACK PEOPLE ARE MORE BARE ,THAN THE DARK LEAFLESS TREES IN WINTER.WE ARE BARE BECAUSE WE SHOW WE CANNOT HAVE UNITY.. OUR BLACK LEADERS VOICES, MORE SILENT THAN THE SILENT RAIN THAT FALLS..BLACK LEADERS CANNOT ORGANIZE KWANZAA PRINCIPLES UNITY IN OUR COMMUNITIES..THE BLACK RICH,THE ATHLETES,ENTERTAINERS, SHOW THEY WILL NOT COME TO POOR BLACK COMMUNITIES AND CREATE A NEW BLACK WALL STREET.THE BLACK MEN AND WOMEN SHOW,THEY CANNOT USE SEXUAL PROTECTION,NO FEAR OF AIDS,HIV VIRUS.BLACK MEN AND WOMEN SHOW THEY HAVE NO RESISTANCE, NO SELF DISCIPLINE WITH DRUGS...AND THE CHURCH,BLACK RELIGIOUS SHOW THEY HAVE NO STRENGTH TO DEBATE THE P…

Christmas. Eve, Minutes Before. Midnight,,Drifting. Fog. Around. A. Louisiana. Shack,From. Racist. Carolers. Religious. Christmas. Songs,Have Been Sung. Soon In New Orleans. Church Bells. Will,Be. Rung... A Racist Preacher Prepares The Sermon Of The White. Baby. Jesus In The Manger On Christmas Day.. While White Joseph,White Mary Hold White Baby. Jesus In The Nativity Scene,Display... The Fog Is. Gone,All Calm Beneath. The. Stars Shining Bright,Then,White Mary And Joseph. Begin. Shrieking And,Screaming,,Crowd. Comes. Near. In. The. Manger. A. Black.Baby. Has,Appeared ... Loud. Shrieking. Screaming,All. Around,Racist,Preacher,Spea…

Black. Woman's. Beauty, Her. Spirit. Like. The. Sun. Glows.. Knowledge-And. Knowledge. Of Self. Important. She. Knows. Not. Hair. And. -Designer. Clothes. . Passion. And. Compassion. In. Her. Heart. And. Soul. . Uplifting. Her. People. She. Proudly. Shows. And. The-Essence -Of Her Beauty A Poet. Or Writer Could Easily Compose.....

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Church. Organ. Piano. Loudly. Playing. Church. Congregation. In. A,Reality. Of. Swallowing. ...Because. Of. The. Christianity. And. The ,Bible. They. Have. Been. Following. ..Preacher. Has. Them. ,,Singing ,,Dancing. ,Praying. ..With. Their. Money. The. Preachers. Cars,Mansions. They. Are. Paying. .......Slave. Plantation. Owners. Used. The. Bible. Christianity. To. Justify. Our. Ancestors. Enslaving..Unlike. Our. Slave. Ancestors. Who. Wanted. To. Escape. ,,Slavery. ,.From. Christianity. Enslavement. ,Black. Christians. Have. No. ,Desire. Of. Escaping.....

Rainy. New. Orleans. Midnight, Hoodoo. Theodora ,Speaking. Hoodoo,Incantations. For. Her. Color. Changing. Potions. Her. Hoodoo-Color. Changing. Potions. For. A. Racist. White. Man. In New Orleans..Her Hoodoo Color Changing Potion Has To Be Prepared,Before. The Rise Of The Sun. African Poison Plants,Black-Leopard Skin,Black Mamba Snake,Among The ,,Ingredients. In Her Hoodoo Cauldron... Early Morning,Away From,Racist Connors Binnew House Hoodoo Theodora Is Quickly,Creeping. Not. Long After,Racist. Connors. Binnew ,Awakes,From. Sleeping. Racist. Rally. Day,Outside. A. Misty. Rain. Connors. Binnew Gets. Out. Of …

Praying for Book Review by AALBC. - My name is Ira Davis. I am the author of the book "War Between Good and Evil". ISBN is 978-1-953090-23-2. Publication Date 06/08/2021. Synopsis: War Between Good and Evil: A collection of Poems, Vol. I., is a completed 12,342-word poetry book that mostly describes life in America through the lens of a Black man. The poems describe the challenges of growing up in poverty with an absent father and a mother who will move mountains to hold her family together. The speaker describes his struggles and the challenges of making ends meet and how he eventually overcomes those struggles and achieves his aspirations. The poems are of conflict and…

CLOUDY NEW YEAR EVE DAY,RAINING WITH SOUNDS OF THUNDER,SEEMS A STORM COMING...REMEBERING LAST YEAR AT THIS TIME,APPROACHING WAS ANOTHER NEW YEAR..WONDERING THIS NEW YEAR'S EVE ,BLACK LEADERS COMMUNITY RESOLUTION TALK WILL I AGAIN HEAR.////TOMORROW WILL UNITED BLACK VOICES SOUND LOUDER THAN THUNDER AND A MILLION TRIBE DRUMS../AGAIN WONDRING TO MYSELF,WHEN ANOTHER NEW YEARD DAY COMES.///FOR COMMUNITY GUIDANCE, THE KWANZAA PRINCIPLES WILL BLACK PEOPLE OBTAIN.//OR IN THE NEW YEAR,WILL CHAOS AND SELF ENSLAVEMENT IN BLACK COMMUNITIES REMAIN.///WILL IT END,DESTRUCTION,SELF DESTRUCTION,MUCH OF THIS BLACK PEOPLE THEMSELVES IT IS FROM...AGAIN WONDERING TO MYSELF,WHEN AN…

AFTER SUNSET, FROM THE VILLAGES,THE VILLAGERS DO NOT STRAY/.THEY TALK OF VAMPIRES,WITCHES,CREATURES LURKING,SEARCHING FOR PREY..JOURNEY TO FIND MISSING MISSIONARIES,AFRICAN CHRISTIAN MINISTERS HAVE TAKEN.THE VILLAGERS WARNING OF DANGER THE MINISTERS HAVE FORSAKEN...AFRICAN SUNSET SOON,AFTER TRAVELING LONG,THEY APPROACH THE CONGO..OBSERVING,WITHIN THE MINISTERS A EERIE FEELING BEGINS TO GROW,....WALKING ,AROUND,,THEY OBSERVE ,BEING OBSERVED,BY EGYPTIAN VULTURES PERCHED IN A TREE..IN THE CONGO RIVER,FEEDING UPON CARCASSES,AFRICAN MYTHICAL CREATURES,GIANT EEL,INKANYAMA,THE GIANT CROCODILE-GBAHALI,DEMON BABOON - LOKOLOSHE, ,MINISTERS DO NOT BELIE…

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Listening. To. The. Four. Tops, Singing. Light. My. Fire. Rising. Is. Our,Passion. And. Desire. Putting Rose. Petals. Upon. Her, ,Love,Poems. To. Her. I. Recite..We Begin Making. Love On A Rainy,Winter Night. Loud. Is Our Moans,Soft Is Our Sighs. Erotic,Whispers,And Love Cries...Roses All Around. And Candle-Light. As We Make. Love On A Rainy Winter Night..Each Touch,Caress And Kiss. Brings Such Warm Bliss...Sounds Of ,The,Storm. Bring Extra Delight. Making Love On A. Rainy. ,Winter,Night...

I love you. What is it that you love about me?. The questions would continue until he understood that loving me comes with a whole lotta responsibility. It can't be a lie to any degree, was it WRITE after sex cause I've had men asking to marry me, okay so what do you love? is it the color of my soul, the contact of my characters or the fact that I have goals? Is it my large breast or my elegant finesse? Is it my knowledge of life or my hips and my thighs or do my lite Brown eyes have you mesmerize. Is it the sound of my voice as I whisper your name or are you caught up and just tired of the singles game? please tell me what you love about me? It is that I am a tad bit cra…

I feel so alone laying next to you. Waking up to another nightmare where promises weigh me down like a boulder on my neck, it has me praying for the silence that is a companion to death. Words can not describe the dread that sits at my feet, the emptiness that represents my thoughts and drain my energy. Swollen eyes slightly ajar decorate my face which is without Emotion as time has removed the color for remorse to take its place. The disguise I wear takes every bit of me, it’s distorted what remains and blinded me too a fantasy. It is remiss to compare a fairytale to a nightmare as they both are thought imagined yet they both will have us scared. Both have a hero both a …

Was Wondering Where The Grown Folks Are. It's Like Aiming For The Moon And Wishing On Stars 🤔 Real Conversations Coming Your Way. Bringing Solutions Should Be The New Dance Craze. Scary Minds Trying To Find A Way To Lossen The Noose That We Are Taught By The Masters To Ingore While We Open Eyed Are Blinded By The Indocurated Information We Are Taught In Our Youth. Yes I Believed Too. My Cultures Mismanaged Story Not Only Jaded By The Chalked Outlined Street But Dripping In Blood And Bought As My Truth Is Shoved To The Credits Which Are Decorated By Those Now Coined Deceased. My Forefathers Never Existed, Thier Names Changed So My Children Would Die In The Street. To Cut T…

I'm in the process of self-publishing my 4th book and wanted to share a couple of letters to uplift. Enjoy! Your feedback is ALWAYS welcome! Dear Bathroom Facilities, Thank you for allowing me to be alone with you. You and I have so many secrets. Thank you for keeping mine on the low. I know that, at times, it is I who puts my business in the air, but when it counts, you’re always there for me. You’ve become my place of refuge - A place where I can wash the day’s demands away. Thank you for supplying me with everything that I need to release, refresh and revitalize. Thank you for protecting my pride, oh dear sweet bathroom…

INNER CIITY GHETTO SCHOOL, GRADUATION NIGHT BEGINS...GRADUATION MUSIC PLAYING AS THE GRADUATES WALK IN...ENVISIONING CURTIS MAYFIELD,SONG, MOVE ON UP,,SUNG BY A SCHOOL CHORUS...AS I SPEAK BLACK DESTINY AND PURPOSE...BLACK GRADUATES ,YOU ARE YOUNG,GIFTED AND BLACK..YOU MUST EMBRACE KNOWLEDGE AND WISDOM FROM BLACK HISTORY GREATS YEARS BACK.....CONFIDENCE YOUR ESSENCE,BEING FREE WITHIN YOURSELF..IN BLACK COMMUNITIES,YOU CAN HELP SOMEBODY ELSE... UPON US, THE NEVER ENDING EVIL, CERTAIN COMPLEXION POLITICAL SUPREMACY......TRYING TO MAKE YOU BELIEVE YOU'RE NOT FREE///INNER STRENGTH, FAITH, WITHIN YOURSELF BELIEVE...AMBITION,DREAMS, KNOWING…

Hello Everyone, I want to share another one of my poems. I love this poem so much because of the way that it portrays life. I am always amazed by the arrangement of words and the way those words make us feel. I hope you will share your views on how this poem makes you feel. Your views and criticisms help me to grow and develop more in my writings. Someday, I hope to publish my book of poems. Thanks, Shirley Life's Candle.docx

Still Celebrating National Poetry Month! In honor of the day, which began in New York City in 2002 and was made national by the Academy of American Poets in 2008, we have a special offer for our very best customers. We're joining in the celebration by offering free shipping on any order of our poetry and literature titles to the first 50 people who send a short, original poem (no more than 10 lines) to email@blackclassicbooks.com. To be considered, the subject line of your email must read "Poem in My Pocket." Your free shipping cod…

Snowy. Christmas. Eve,In. Many. Ghetto. Houses.. From. A. Infestation,Large. Rats. Stirring,Not. Mouses.. No. Marshmallows. Or,Chestnuts. Roasting. Over. A. Fire. More Food Is A Perpetual,Desire. Christmas Day Many Families Won't Have. Joys.. There Will. Not Be Anything For Girls And Boys.. In The Ghetto,Liveable Wages They Are Deprived. Each Day Is A Struggle To,Survive.. Black Mothers Raising Children Alone. Children Fathers,Are In Prison ,Or Somewhere Unknown.. Snowy. Street,Cirners,Prostitutes. Have. Stood. Gangs. And. Thugs. Roam,Neighbirhoods.. Ghetto. Streets. Gun. Shots. Sound. Another,Gangster. Lay Dead. Upon. The. Gro…

Can we grow together? Is this a question, or a statement. We can grow together is this a simple estimation. We say things that are more then simply heard. There is more to the commitment that becomes convoluted with spoken word. Is a relationship an investment of merely time. Does me being absent from your presence make my existence sublime. Did I disappear because my voice faded in the dark. Am I nonexistent because you couldn't feel my heart. Can we grow together? Because I don't look like you, we can grow together yet it's something we must choose. Your voice is a voice that echos a melody and even when I can't see you I know you feel like me. I know our common ground …

THE 1600'S NOT KNOWING THE SPECIFIC TIME. I AM ENVISIONING THE FIRST SLAVE SHIP COMING TO AMERICA IN MY MIND. AS I STAND AT THE SHORE.LISTENING TO THE OCEAN ROAR.LOOKING OUT UPON THE OCEAN AS I STAND.THINKING ABOUT MY ANCESTORS KIDNAPPED FROM THEIR ANCIENT DARK LAND...UP AND DOWN,THE SLAVE SHIP UPON THE WAVES.CARGO HOLE,CHAINED,SHACKLED ARE THE SLAVES.THOSE LONG AGO YEARS.SEEING THEIR TEARS AND FEARS.WHETHER BLUE SKIES OR GREY.PURE EVIL.WHITE MEN DID DISPLAY./ HUMAN CARGO,MOANS AND WEEPING THE SOUND.NOT UNDERSTANDING THEIR HELL BOUND....FROM A SPRING DAY,WITH BLUE SKIES.FROM WITHIN DEEP,MY SOUL CRIES.ENVISIONING THE FIRST SLAVE SHIP …

Someone to aspire too.. on a scale of 1 to 10. I say 31, because proverbs 31 for females give us a place to begin. She is too the imagination the description of every woman from within. She is mother and wife, sister and friend, she is the essence of femininity her titles have no end. If it can be achieved she'll strive for the win, her goals are accomplishments that make those idle moments feel like sin. She is a greeter, that only retreats as a design, She will change her lane to complete the desires of her mine. She is a master that is making the rules. By extension of her values her virtue a tool. Trend setting her image as we do as she would as the example of feminin…

DR. MARTIN LUTHER KING ONCE SPOKE, WE AS A PEOPLE WILL GET TO THE PROMISE LAND.DR. MARTIN LUTHER KING COULD NOT HAVE ENVISIONED,THIS WOULD BE STOPPED BY HIS OWN PEOPLE'S HAND.BLACK PEOPLE SELLING,BUYING AND USING DRUGS.BLACK PEOPLE BECOMING FIENDS,SABOTEURS AND THUGS..STREET GANGS MAKING COMMUNITIES BECOME MIND CONFINED GHETTO'S..GANG WARS HAVING BLACK MEN ON THE GROUND SILENT BELOW....SOME BLACK PEOPLE HAVE FORGOTTEN CIVIL RIGHT SACRIFICES OF LONG AGO.SOME BLACK POLITICIANS HAVE BECOME PLANTATION OVERSEER'S AND HOUSE NEGROES..BLACK CHURCH,THE SERMON FROM THE PREACHERS VOICE.LOVE A WHITE GOD,WHITE CHRIST AND REJOICE.CIVIL RIGHTS SACRIFICERS,WEALTH,THE BLACK RICH…

Valentine. Day. Night,To. Each. Other. We. Say. We. Belong...We. ,Slow. Dance. To. Old. Soul Love,,. Songs.. Chocolate,Roses ,And. Another,Surprise. Brings. Excitement. To. Her. Eyes...Each. Caress,And. Each. Kiss. Brings. Such. Warm. Bliss....Passion. Rising ,Like. Flames. Of. A. Fire. We. Surrender. To. Every. Desire....Love,Making. Brings. Such. Delight...On. A. Rainy Valentine ,Day. Night......

Well, today is Valentine day, and February is Black history month so I am inspired. Roses are red, And single sistas are blue Cuz black men celebrated their freedom By screwin not one box of chocolate, but two. Boo-Hoo .

DEMONS ABOARD A DEMON SHIP, VOYAGED FROM A DISTANT LAND...UPON AFRICAN SAND , CAPTURING THE NATIVES,SHACKLING THEIR FEET AND HANDS....MEN,WOMEN, CHILDREN,HUMAN CARGO, THE SLAVE SHIP DID CONTAIN... BOTTOM OF THE OCEAN,SOME OF THEIR SKELETONS LIE IN CHAINS...SLAVE SHIP CAPTAIN SPEAKING,OCEAN AND THE SKY IS BLUE...FOR OBEDIENCE,WHIP THESE HUMAN FORMS OF A DARK HUE...STEADYING THE COURSE THE CREW DID MAINTAIN....THROW THEM OVER BOARD ,HAPPILY,JOYFULLY,THE SLAVE SHIP CAPTAIN SAID..CREW THROWING SLAVES OVER BOARD,THE DYING AND THE DEAD....SHARKS FOLLOWING THE SHIP, GATHERING AGAIN AND AGAIN... BOTTOM OF THE OCEAN,SOME OF THEIR SKELETONS LIE IN CHAINS....M…

O black woman, do you know who you are? It is you for whom the birds sing when the dawn opens itself for inspection. It is the glow in your eyes that the stars imitate when they sparkle. It is the color of your flava that makes the rainbow dull in comparison, and it is via your beauty that we can physically witness God’s artistry. • O black woman, do you know who you are? You are the secret that only reveals itself when a man is truly ready to experience the joy of having his dream transformed into reality. You are God’s private blessing to men who know what to do within the point between birth and death. To dwell within the kingdom of YOU is where heaven begins. • …

Rainy. Evening ,Racist. Atchison. Pettus Joyfully. Roams. Among. A,Southern. Slave. Plantation. Slave. Cabins ..As. Hoodoo. Witch ,,Petrel Color. Changing. Spell. Begins.. He. Is. Transported. Back. In,Time. To. The. Slave. Auction..He. Chained. ,Shackled. With. ,African Slaves. Are. Taken. Out. Of. The. Pen .To. The. Auction. Block, Come. Everyone. To. The. Negro Sale. The. Auctioneer. ,Joyfully. Yells. Atchison. Pettus With. The. Darkest Skin ,His. Body,Greased. With. Grease . He. Understands. English ,But. Its ,The,Bantu African. Language. He. Speaks......He. Weeps. And,Shrieks As. He. Stands. There. . Almost. Naked ,. Bare.. This,Negro. Sold. To. This. Man…

Black. Women. In. The. Community. Garden. On. A. Warm. Autumn. Afternoon. ..With. Talking Music. Smiles. Laughter. ,They. Are. As. Lovely. As. The. Roses. In. Bloom. ......

(I enjoyed his work. The Cayman Islands are lovely!) Grand Cayman, Cayman Islands (CNS) - Author Dick Francis has died of "old age." His family has announced that the Welsh horse racing crime novelist and retired jockey passed away at the age of 89 on Sunday. His son Felix said in a statement posted on the author's website, "My brother, Merrick, and I are, of course devastated by the loss of our father, but we rejoice in having been the sons of such an extraordinary man." "We share in the joy that he brought to so many over such a long life. It is an honor for me to be able to continue his remarkable legacy through new novels." Francis served in th…

In thinking about poetry, we have to pay homage to those before us. Without them, how can we be? This is the very reason I wrote "Respect". "Respect" was published in my fourth book of poetry, Renaissance of the Psyche, in November 2017. I hope this poem inspires and encourages other poets. Respect I have to give respect where respect is due This poetry thing has never been new The greats before us paved the way for us To lyrically flow and make a stand for us We have to pay homage to the present and past Because it’s with past that our presence last See Nikki Giovanni was an active poet Created different …

In. Our. Communities. Honoring. Strong. Black. Women. Who. Make. Every. House. A. Loving. ,Home.. Respect. For. Black. Mother's. Raising. Children. Alone.. Our. Grandmother's. Who. Way. Back. When . Clean. White. People. Homes. And. Raising. Their. Children.. With. Loving. Words. Flowers. A. Mother's. Day. Cake. And. Dinner To. Our. Mother's. We. Are. Giving... And. Remembering.Mothers. Who. Are. No. Longer. Living. ....

The. Old. Folks. Have. Said.. That. Slave. Plantations. And. Slave-Cabins. Are. Haunted.. Among. The. Moss. Covered. Cypress. Trees-Do. Spirits,Shadows. Of. Slaves. Creep?. Among. The. -Spring-Flowers. That. Blossom. ,Within. The. Slave. Cabins. That-Was. The. Place. Of. Torture. ,Pain,Terror. Horror. And. Despair. As. I-Look. At. The. Slave. Cabins,I. Wonder. If. Something. Is. Or. Is. Not -There. Between. Those. Ancient. Walls,Beyond. The. Door. ,Is. The-Slave. Cabins. Empty. Or. Are. There. Unseen. Spirits. And. Shadows-That. Wander. Upon. Creaking Floors.?. Do. The -Spirits -Of. Our. Ancestors. Rest. Peacefully. Or. Are. Some. Confined. -Forever. To. Weep. And. W…

BROTHERS COME TOGETHER,AS THE DAY BEGINS.BROTHERS,THOSE OF YOU WITH DARK,BROWN,AND LIGHT BROWN SKIN.NO MORE WILLIE LYNCH LETTER HAVING US IN/BLACK COMMUNITY CONFUSION,FROM OLD VERSUS YOUNG,MAN VERSUS WOMAN AND DARK AGAINST LIGHT SKIN..NO LONGER WILL DRUGS,GANGS AND PIMPS HAVE US IN A DIVIDE...NO BLACK OVERSEER'S,PREACHERS,POLITICIANS AND ORGANIZATIONS THAT FOR PROFIT MISGUIDE...BLACK MEN STAND TOGETHER,PROUD,FREE AND STRONG..MOTIVATIONAL SPEAKERS,AND RAPPERS WITH A MOTIVATIONAL SONG.

Hi everyone! So... I am working on releasing my fourth book of poetry by the end of this year or early next year. This is a poem that I wrote sometime last year. I was all in my feelings about love and how I missed love, but I really didn't know love. I Miss You I miss you And I really don’t even know you My spirit wants to vibe And flow with you Free style together And go toe to toe with you Travel to a distant land And cuddle with you I just want to hold you Our bodies come together And create a mold of you Singing Back to life Soul II Soul with you Bump and Grind R. Kelly with you Ain’t…

Feed the children. Put them to bed. Cleaning often relaxes me. It stays clean for more than a few moments when they are sleeping. I Kiss those small heads. I then paint out my frustration with a glass of wine, or write a bit of poetry to calm my mind. Perhaps plan my day knowing the kids and God have a say, Maybe cook a little. Or sit and in silence I pray. I take care of myself that's the bottom line. I give my self some real love, I make the time. Light a candle, seek direction and strength to push on, turn off all the distractions including the phone. I reevaluate my decision and shut out all the noise. I watch my children sleepi…

Know Your Worth, Be Okay With Being You, and We Are All So Much More Than The Words We Choose. We Are Originators Of Unique Creative Avenues That Lead To Unexplored Shores That Go Unnamed Until We Choose. We Are Unexplored Territory Canvassing Our Next Move Unaware That So Many Will In Fear Allow Curiosities To Set Up All The Rules. Which For Many Will Be Bricked Off Walls And Doors Of Bars Called Shame, It Would Be Absent Of That Childlike Intrigue Where We Learn To Pronounce Our Very Own Name. It Will Be The Difference In The Mold The Journey Takes Where We Are Allowed To Learn Ourself And Be Okay With Our Own Mistakes

Prisoners. Entering The. Prison. In. The. Rain. Street. Thug. ,His. ,Mother. Warned. Him. Again. And. Again. . Money. And. Fashion,Clothers. Was. His. Pursuit.. In Prison He Is Penniless,And,Wears A Orange Jump Suit.. Looking Around ,So. Many. Black. Men. He Looks At Them ,They Look At Him.. Over-Crowded. Cells,A Dreadful Place. Silent,He Tries Not To Show ,A,Tear Trace. Over Crowded. ,Prisoners Playing Cards,Some Back,And Forth Pacing. Armed Guards ,Barbed Wire. Fences,No ,Chance. Of Escaping. Loneliness,Hopelessness ,Emptiness. Invades ,The. Mind. And. Soul. Some. Prisoners. Serving. A. Few. Years. ,Some. Life. With…

Hello Everyone, I wrote this poem during a time in my life when I saw too many of our young Black men slinging dope and killing one another. This was a time when I saw black anger turned inward. I wrote this one during the early nineties. Why are so many of our young black youth still in the same predicaments today--in 2015? This poem was featured in the Virginian Pilot in Norfolk, VA and the Journal and Guide, our only Black Newspaper at the time. Once it was released to the public, some people, especially young Black men, took offense to being labeled "weak." Sorry, I just think that weakness exists in the absence of strength, courage, and endurance. T…

36th Day of ‪#‎BlackHistoryMonth‬: The 3 Bestselling Poetry Books for 1998 I sold a lot of these books back in 1998, this was during a time when folks said poetry does not sell. But what did I know, I was just starting out as a bookseller.

My. Beloved. Each. Day. Is. My. Valentine... She. As. Beautiful. As. The. Flowers. Blooming. In. Spring. Time. With. Old. Motown Love ,,Songs. Playing. Holding. Each. Other. We. Are. Slow. Dancing. .With. Smiles. Each. Other. We. Kiss. Embraced. In. Loves. Warm. ,,,Bliss . With. Fingertips. We. Caress. Each. Others. Cheek. To. Each. Other. Loving. Words. We. Speak. A. Love. Honest. And. True ,,We. Share. . My. Beloved. Her. Beauty. And. Tenderness. Is. Beyond. Compare......

It is way 2 early in the morning to be writing, but here I am. I just had my biggest dream come true. I signed a publishing contract with a legit tradional publisher. Yippee, right? WRONG! I wrote them this morning, after much thought and prayer to let them know I wanted out of the deal. I never thought I would say this, BUT, if you have the skills to self-publish like I do, DO IT! I will now be hibernating the rest of the month and come back out in March to house hunt near Tiger Woods mansion! WRITERS, write on!!!! Wonder why my hair is starting to fall out, hmmmmmmm???? Peace! ( I am happy to say, I did complete my chapter book, which I di…

After living in a fifteen year, first marriage, nightmare, God blessed me with the man who would show me A whole new World--our theme song. I wrote this poem for him and all the good men who worship their beautiful women. Loving Him Being with a man, the only way I can... This man for me is special and kind. The man I see is top of the line. He's beautiful, he's pleasant, he's smart and sweet. He's sensuous, he's sexy, the man is complete. He is always considerate of my deepest feelings, careful never to hurt me--even in bad dealings. He and I have just the right stuff, I love him so much, I just can't get enough. …

Poem, “Wanda Why Aren’t You Dead“ from Wicked Enchantment: Selected Poems by Wanda Coleman:

Talks. For. Black. Unity. Should. Have. Already. Begun.. So. Black. ,People. Can. Come. Together. As. One...With. The. Strength. Of. A,,Million. Elephants. ,Voices. Loud. As. A. Million. Lions., Roar,,Thunder. And. A. Million Drums .. So. Much. Our. Race. Has,,Had. To. Overcome. ..Black. Communities. ,Self. Hatred. ,,Race,,Hatred. ,,Black. Segregation. By. The. Black. Wealthy. ,We,,Have. Become....Without. Black. Unity. ,Of. Our. Black. Race ,,,What. Will be. The. Outcome ??

Vitiligo is more commonly known as leucoderma, which simply means white (leuco) skin (derma), i.e. a skin disorder where it loses its normal coloration. It is also medically known as achromia, which means loss of color. Basically, Vitiligo can hardly be called as a disease but a skin- disorder that has more social than medical significance, especially amongst the dark skin people. Due to retarded melanin formation, there is loss of pigmentation. The Vitiligo sufferers are observed all over the world, including the white skin communities. However, epidemiologically most cases are recorded in India (8.8%) and Mexico. Males and females are affected equally, inclusi…

CENTURIES AFTER THE SLAVE SHIPS 1600'S./SYMBOL OF FREEDOM, LIBERTY,AMERICAN FLAG,THE RED,WHITE AND BLUE..LIBERTY,FREEDOM NOT FOR THOSE WITH A DARKER SKIN HUE./OUR ANCESTORS CAPTIVE AFRICANS,SLAVED ON SLAVE SHIPS,FORCED TO A STRANGE LAND...CHAINED,SHACKLED,AT SLAVE AUTIONS,SOLD,BOUGHT,NAKED AS THEY STAND.....UPON SLAVE PLANTATIONS,BENEATH THE SUN AND MOON LIGHT GLEAM..FOR HUMANITY,FREEDOM FROM BONDAGE THEY DID HOPE,PRAY AND DREAM..,DESPITE PRESIDENT ABRAHAM LINCOLN FREEING THE SLAVES AND EMANCIPATION PROCLAMATION.BLACK PEOPLE STILL OPPRESSED,WITH NO EQUALITY IN THIS NATION...BLACK SCIENTIFIC AND MEDICAL CONTRIBUTIONS,INVENTIONS HELPING BUILD THIS GREAT LAND...PROT…