White people are a trip!

Ok. So how are white people going to say that we're lazy. If you really think about it, they're the ones that are lazy. They brought us here from Africa to do the work that THEY were to LAZY to do themselves! Then later generations of white people, like those during the civil rights movement, would scream at us, "Go back to Africa!" I'm like how much sense do they make?!?! They act like we just up and decided to come here. If I remember correctly, THEY WERE THE ONES THAT BROUGHT US OVER HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE!!! We never wanted to come over here! We were just fine where we were at. They act like we looked up one day and was like "O I think I'll go to America." We aint even know America even frickin existed! Man, white people need to get they story straight because they one they're telling don't make no type of sense.

A Hard Journey

All I can see is the ground
The weight of the world on my shoulders
Keeping me bent over
I can't see where I'm going
Longing for a day
To hold my head high
To look to the sky
And know that you are there
My God
A heavy load sharer
You'll never give me more than I can bear
Looking at the ground
I can't see where I'm going
But I know you're above me
Ordering my steps
I'll end up where I'm supposed to be
And the weight of the world will be lifted off my shoulders
I'll look to the sky
And see that you are there
Then you'll smile and say
I was with you all along

(c) 2008

Unforgettable

My tears tell the story
Are you listening?
Do you hear what is said when I cry?
My tears tell the story
They are the blood from my soul
That flows through my veins of emotion
Each tear shows a picture
That depicts a scene
Not easily forgotten
Are you watching?
Do you see what happened as I cry?
Each tear holds the pain
Do you feel what I felt as I cry?
Each tear is a piece of the story
Trying to escape
Trying to run away
Trying to run off into a place of non-existence
So I could live life
Like what happened never existed
Each tear is a reminder
I'm reminded every time I cry
And I cry everyday
So how can I forget?
How can I let go?
Then I realize I can't
And I cry some more

(c)2008

A Cry For Salvation

Kneeling here
In your presence
Exposed
Led here by your conviction
The tears run down
I've hit rock bottom
No where to turn
No one to turn to
Saying I can no longer run and hide
Realizing that I never really could
This is my cry for salvation
Cleanse me and make me whole
I want nothing more
But to be your servant
Create in me a clean heart
And renew a right spirit within me
Broken down before you
Stripped of the false identity I created
The tears run down
As I press my way
Trying to touch the hem of your garment
Because I need your healing
Are you listening?
Do you hear my cry for salvation?
Have you given up?
Have you left me alone?
What happened to I will never leave you nor forsake you?!?!
God I'm crying!
Crying out for salvation
Nothing left to lose
I can no longer run and hide
Realizing that I never really could
I'm here
Out
In the open
Crying for salvation
Lord
Here my cry

(c)2008

When it Blows

It carries the cries
The soulful cries of its inhabitants
It carries the cries near and far
It carries the cries but no one seems to hear
To the hear the cries of its oppressed
The cries of its oppressed inhabitants
It carries the tears that no one sees
The tears that no one hears hit the ground
It carries the thunderous screams
The thunderous screams that still don't cause anyone to wake
That still don't cause anyone to shake
Its winds carry the lives
The lives that we ignored
The lives of its formerly oppressed
Its formerly oppressed inhabitants
Yet you curse the wind
The wind that carries the cries that you don't listen to

(c) 2008

To Be Continued

The sour notes of life continuing to serenade me
The web of mess continuing to entangle me
The grip of pain continuing to strangle me
Life of hurt continuing to claim me
Words of anger continuing to stain me
These trials make me
Break me
And all together shake me
Criticized by those who hate me
Mentally raped by those who date me
Told who to be
Where I be
When I be
How I be
By those who aint me
Told to see
That all that I can be
Is what I see on TV
Images of niggas throwing up GD
We got time for lies
We got lies for life
There's no more hope so I'm suffocating
Wishing someone would come around and bring hope to relieve me of this strife
Stranded on this island with tears for water
Kneeling and praying to God the Father
Lord please!
Why me?!?
If I could have just one chance to set my people mentally free!
Sour notes are singing to me
Life of hurt is clinging to me
Never ending
To be continued

(c)2008

A Love Story- Part 3

Baby I'm free!
I'm finally free!
Heard you and your girl didn't work out
Now your trying to get back in
BABY BYE!
Just like the song says:
Played the fool before
But your lies aint workin now
Look who's hurting now
Said I had to shut you down
I had to shut you down
Now you claim you love me
But what's love got to do with it
NOT A DAMN THING!
I don't have time to love you
Because I'm finally to busy loving me
But we can be no string attached
Fulfill each others physical desires
Because
Let's face it
That's what it's all about
No strings attached only baby!
That's how I get down
Done loving you
But for one last time
We can make it like it was
No strings attached

(c) 2008

Footprints in the Sand

As the sun sets
The waters move
The crisp blue water
With a drop of silver light
From the night light of our lives
Footprints in the sand
Guide me to the moon
Leads me to the night light of our lives
Footprints in the sand
Let me greet the sun
The deep, round, impressions in the sand are like bowls
They're like molds
Molds that guide my feet
To the light of the moon
My visit with it must end soon
I cry
But I know I'll try
To think of it all day
And good night to each other we say
I follow the footprints back to earth
Feeling better; feeling re-birthed
I follow the footprints in the sand
And in the sand I stand
And say good night
Until tomorrow
When I'll follow the footprints in the sand
Back to your light

(c) 2008

My People are My Poem

Kind of like the oppression my poem faces
Some people say it's the same for every poem
The pain my poem has endured is so deep
The hill my poem is going down is so steep
The lies my poem is being told are so great
The lies have pushed my poem to a dividing state
My poem throws its life away like a drunk
And the writing on the walls my poem ignores
The signs my poem sees
But my poem takes no heed
Not notes on the floor
But published books of lies
My poem ignores
Not writing on the wall
But writing behind the law
My poem ignores
Not a song
But the lyrical rhythm of the lies
My poem ignores
And the cycle continues for ever
And ever
And ever
And my poem will produce other poems
That will be told the same lies
And be ignorant of the same truths
And the cycle continues forever

(c) 2008

My Pledge of Allegiance

I don't pledge allegiance
To the flag
Of the divided states of hell
And to ever killer
For whom Bush stands
One nation
Run by the devil
Non-repairable
With lies and persecution for all
I pledge allegiance
To how I feel
About the divided states of hell
About every lie
That Bush tells
One nation
Run by the devil
Non-repairable
With lies and persecution for all

(c) 2008

Hitchens: Color emphasis in presidential contest pathetic
Iowa results didn't end our national nightmare about race
January 12, 2008
BY CHRISTOPHER HITCHENS
To put it squarely and bluntly, is it because he is or is it because he isn't? To phrase it another way, is it because of what he says or what he doesn't say?
Sen. Barack Obama of Illinois, a Democratic presidential aspirant, is the current beneficiary of a tsunami of drool. He sometimes claims credit on behalf of all Americans regardless of race, color, creed, blah blah blah, though his recent speeches appear also to claim a victory for blackness while his supporters -- most especially the white ones -- sob happily that at last we can have an African-American chief executive. Off to the side, snarling with barely concealed rage, are the Clinton machine-minders, who, having failed to ignite the same kind of identity excitement with an aging and resentful female, are perhaps wishing that they had made more of her errant husband having already been "our first black president."
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Barack Obama addresses a rally at the Del Sol High School in Las Vegas yesterday. (AP)
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Or perhaps not.
Isn't there something pathetic and embarrassing about this emphasis on shade? And why is a man with a white mother considered to be "black," anyway? Is it for this that we fought so hard to get over Plessy vs. Ferguson (the 1896 Supreme Court decision that upheld the constitutionality of racial segregation)? Would we accept, if Obama's mother had also been Jewish, that he would therefore be the first Jewish president? The more that people claim Obama's mere identity to be a "breakthrough," the more they demonstrate that they have failed to emancipate themselves from the original categories of identity that acted as a fetter upon clear thought.
One can't exactly say that Obama himself panders to questions of skin color. One of the best chapters of his charming autobiography describes the moment when his black Republican opponent in the Illinois Senate race -- Alan Keyes -- accused him of possessing insufficient negritude because he wasn't the descendant of slaves! Obama's decision to be light-hearted (and perhaps light-skinned) about this was a milestone in itself. But are we not in danger of emulating Keyes' insane mistake every time we bang on about the senator's pigmentation?
If you wanted a "black" president or vice president so much, you could long ago have turned out en masse for Angela Davis -- also the first woman to be on a national ticket -- or for Jesse Jackson or Al Sharpton. So, why didn't you? Could it have been the politics?
Last week happened to be the week that the nation of Kenya, birthplace of Obama's father, was convulsed by a political war that contained ghastly overtones of violent and sadistic tribalism. It would sound as absurd to a Kenyan to hear praise for a black candidate as it would sound to most of my European readers to hear a recommendation of a "great white hope." A white visitor to Kenya might not be able to tell a Kikuyu from a Luo at a glance, but a Kenyan would have no such difficulty.
The time is pretty much past, in our country, when a Polish American would not vote for a candidate with a German name or when Sharks and Jets were at daggers drawn, but this is all because (to borrow from philosopher Ernest Renan's definition of a nation) people agreed to forget a lot of things as well as to remember a number of things. So, which are we doing presently?
Obama is a congregant of a church in Chicago called Trinity United Church of Christ. I recommend that you take a brisk tour of its Web site. Run by the sort of character that the press often guardedly describes as "flamboyant" -- a man calling himself the Rev. Dr. Jeremiah A. Wright Jr. -- this bizarre outfit describes itself as "Unashamedly Black and Unapologetically Christian" and speaks of "a chosen people" whose nature we are allowed to assume is "Afrocentric." Trinity United sells creationist books, and its home page includes a graphic link to a thing called Goodsearch -- the name is surmounted with a halo in its logo -- which announces cheerily that "Every time you search or shop online! Our church earns money."
Much or most of what Trinity United says is harmless and boring, rather like GOP presidential hopeful Mike Huckabee's idiotic belief that his own success in Iowa is comparable to the "miracle" of the loaves and fishes, and the site offers a volume called Bad Girls of the Bible: Exploring Women of Questionable Virtue, which I have added to my cart, but nobody who wants to be taken seriously can possibly be associated with such a substandard and shade-oriented place.
All this easy talk about being a "uniter" and not a "divider" is piffle if people are talking out of both sides of their mouths. I have been droning on for months about how Republican hopeful Mitt Romney needs to answer questions about the flat-out racist background of his own church, and about how Huckabee has shown in public that he does not even understand the first thing about a theory -- the crucial theory of evolution by natural selection -- in which he claims not to believe. Many Democrats are with me on this, but they go completely quiet when Obama chooses to give his allegiance to a crackpot church with a decidedly ethnic character.
The unspoken agreement to concede the black community to the sway of the pulpit is itself a form of racist condescension. The sickly canonization of Martin Luther King Jr. has led to a crude rewriting of history that obliterates the great black and white secularists -- Bayard Rustin, A. Philip Randolph, Walter Reuther -- who actually organized the March on Washington. It has also allowed a free pass to any demagogue who can manage to get the word "reverend" in front of his name.
The white voters who subconsciously make the allowance that black folks sure love to hear their preachers are not only patronizing their black brothers and sisters but also helping to empower white ministers or deacons who make the same pitch, from Jimmy Carter to Mike Huckabee.
The Iowa caucuses of 2008 were not the end of our long national nightmare about race but another stage in our protracted national nightmare of piety, "uplift" and deceptive optimistic wind-baggery.
Christopher Hitchens is a columnist for Vanity Fair and Slate Magazine, www.slate.com, where this column originally appeared.
This man doesn't know anything about my church, so how dare he put such unsupported comments in his article! This is rude and unruly! All Trinity United Church of Christ members stand up. WE WILL NOT BE DISRESPECTED!!!

A Love Letter To Self

As I sit here writing this letter to you
You already know what I'm going to say
You know every feeling I've felt
Every thought I've thought
Every tear I've shed
Is there any love greater than this
My sole advisor
You never leave my side
Been wiht me from the beginning
Will be with me until the end
No one knows me better than you
Thank you for loving me
The way you do
No one does it better
You taught me how to love
By loving me first

(c) 2008

Don't be deceived. Racism is still alive.

There's an application on facebook called bathroom wall where people can say things anonymously and receive feedback on it. Here's what one white person said:

Reasons why I hate NIGGERS --———————————————————————————————————————
1. Just look at them. They still resemble the apes that they were derived from. Same ape-shaped face, wide fucking nose, massive lips, and same nasty looking paws.2. They are welfare hogging pieces of shit. When someone actually needs a little bit of help from welfare, they usually cannot receive it due to all the spooks living off of everyone else’s work.3. Why not hate them? What purpose do they serve on earth, other than to make it unsuitable for everyone else?4. They stink extremely bad.5. They can barely speak properly. I hate listening to those ebonics speaking pieces of shit and trying to decipher what the fuck they are mumbling about. Maybe if they’d take some time away from stealing, robbing, raping, and ruining the world for everyone else…they could spend some time getting an education.6. They make me mad seeing them on TV. BET? Why is it necessary to devote an entire channel to them? Do we really need to see them trying to make “music” while jumping around on stage just like their ape ancestors? No, we don’t. Maybe if they’d remove stupid shit like this, then maybe future niggers wouldn’t try to imitate these idiots.7. Those stupid fucks wearing pants that are falling down to their knees. Um, hello you stupid niggers. It’s bad enough that we have to see your stupid faces and other uncovered regions. We really don’t want to see your nasty lower regions being exposed. If we wanted to see that, we have zoos and Animal Planet to get our fix for those who have a fascination with looking at apes exposed.8. They walk around constantly grabbing their dicks. Why is that? Are they secretly scratching at their venereal diseased cocks? Or, are they just trying to imitate their ape ancestors?9. They ruin cars. Have you seen these idiots who sell crack to make enough money to put 24 inch wheels on a car designed for 14 inch wheels? They make them look like some sort of monster truck or something. STOP IT NIGGERS! Just because you have the minds of chimps doesn’t mean you should be entitled to destroy automobiles. 10. They ruin sports. It’s pretty bad trying to watch a sporting event and all you can see is a jersey/uniform on the screen. They are the reason they had to start putting names on the back. Who the fuck can tell them apart? When all you see is a shiny black image, it’s really hard to tell them apart. You stupid spooks.

Don't be deceived. Racism is still alive. It is evident in this one person's post. This is what some white people think about us. Here are some comments from other white people on this post:

didnt know blacks could use pcs
must be they have computers in prison these days

I gotta say I completly agree with you


fucking hate niggers. The ones at work are lazy as fuck. I work for a major computer company. We have niggers sitting and rapping like they are about to drop a hip hop CD. Fucking niggers smell too. Everytime one of them gets fired..they play the race card. But…never works. Yea the place I work at may be racist. Niggers do not work and niggers just sit around and act like they are bad. They need to be forced into camps where they can use their welfare checks and not be in the checkout line with me.
FUCKKK they were nice as slaves.

i agree niggers are the cancer of society im 100 percent italian and my people hate niggers we cant stand them

I can’t stand the little bastards; I live in Memphis (Memphrica), and they have ruined the city of music. Nobody wants to come here anymore. Elvis would roll over in his grave. Wake up America, doesn’t anybody see what they are doing to this country?

Negros are nothing but a bunch of savages.I am so tired of watching roberies,murders,and assults and just overall uncivilized behavior on the news and 90% of the time its a nigger, the other 10% of the time it is white people but i am sure they hang out with a bunch of niggers. But we live in such a liberal,nigger-loving, politically correct world the newscasters cant even point this fact out that its niggers that commit all these crimes. For a long time i couldnt figure out who i hated more mexicans or niggers.All mexicans want is to work and drink beer, niggers on the other hand will shoot you for looking at them wrong or stepping on their basketball shoes.

This is so wrong you guys! Pray for this country!

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Be a Super Hero

There's no tomorrow
I said there's no tomorrow
There's just today
Just this one moment in time
There's no future
Just the present
Don't look ahead
Because there's nothing there
So what are you going to do now
With the time you have in this moment
Are you going to save the world?
Are you going to bring tomorrow?
Then what are you going to do tomorrow?
Are you going to save the world?
Or are you going to bring back yesterday?
So you're back from yesterday
From tomorrow
Which is actually today
Because there's no tomorrow
I said there's no tomorrow
There's just today
Just this one moment in time
There's no future
Just the present
Don't look ahead
Because there's nothing there
So what are you going to do now
With the time you have in this moment
Are you going to save the world?

(c) 2008

All about me

I am the oldest of 2 younger sisters
I am a dancer
I am a poet
I am a singer
I am allergic to cheese and beeswax
I am a daddy's girl
I am a play sister to many
I am a play mother to some
I am right-handed
I am in love with music
I am a student at PSM
I am loud
I am a nonchalant person
I am a fashion lover
I am a future vegetarian
I am a libra
I am an aspiring child psychiatrist
I am a future Delta!!!
I am in love with Lil' Wayne
I am in love with chocolate

A Love Story-Part 1

A time
A perfect moment
The right words
To say I love you
But I don't
To say I don't want you
But I do
This relationship is torturing me
Trust you?
But I can't
Believe you?
But I wont
Third times the charm
But only when its meant to be
I want something better
Is this as bad as it seems?
Heard it all before
You're not saying nothing new
Time to move on
Got somebody who cares
Bouta lose them over you
Damn! What am I doing?!?!
I don't even know no more
Is this the end?
Or a new beginning
Taking a new path
Or going down the same bad road
Just like J-Lo
Aint it funny
That you didn't want me
When you had me
Love is crazy
But this aint love
So what's the point?

(c) 2008

*life*

When something good is trying to come into your life, take advantage of it...even if it means that you have to adjust yourself to accept it.

Jesus

The Lamb That Was Slain
The deep hurt and pain shown in his eyes
His life story reflected in his tears
The forgiveness of my sins shed with his blood
His screams of pain wrench my heart
For I know he doesn't deserve it
The perfect lamb
The purest sacrifice
The lamb that was slain for me
His blood is on my hands
The man that did no wrong
Yet enduring horrible suffering for the wrong I've done
Every sin I commit piercing the nail deeper in his wrist
Every wrong thing I do again stabbing him in his side
Then he hangs his head and dies
And I know I've been forgiven

(c)2008

A Love Story-Part 2

Before I had the chance
To release myself from you
Move on
And allow my wounds to heal
You added another one
So many holes in my soul
From where your sharp
Painful
Words have stabbed me
One could expect my emotions to just flow out
But
You robbed me of the chance
Just as you robbed me of everything else
My happiness
My love
My lust
My peace
My joy
My sanity
And I was about to take it all back
But
You never gave me the chance
Before I had the chance
To freely love myself
I was caught in your prison
Of emotional pain
Handcuffed to your verbal abuse
Before I had the chance
To say how I felt
I looked up
And you were gone

(c) 2008