Epiphany

Dark and with certainty, I rebirth myself in hopes of finally cutting the cord of harmfulness. These labor pains are meant to serve as a reminder to never look back into this pit. Scratching, ripping and tearing has to take place in order for cleansing and purification to renew what is covered in darkness. Caring hands awaiting to pull, support and catch me should I get caught up or stumble. Naturally I’ll have to do my part and allow what feels right to be right. Closed eyes throughout the process, operating without a clue to what surrounds me. Then suddenly an epiphany touches the very fiber of my being and just like that I am born. Needing to learn all, I trust in those that surround me. I’ll lean to them for many things, and someday I hope to have them lean on me. No more tears. No more pain. No more harm. I love you guys, though I haven’t shown it lately. Processing the process.

MJ

Go and hug your "Michael" by Maya Angelou...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 littleblack boy who spent his adulthood chasing his childhood. And I thoughtabout all the young black boys out there who may too feel that the worlddoesn't understand them. The ones who feel that the world does not understandtheir 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 will feel lonely in a wide, wide world.I cried for the 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 sleeplessnights that she must have endured seeing her baby boy in inner pain, seeinghim struggle with his self-esteem, and his insecurities and to know he oftenfelt unloved even while the world loved him deeply. How does it feel tothink that the unconditional love we give as mothers just isn't enough to makeour children feel whole? I wonder if she still suffers thinking, "whatmore could I have done?" Even moms of music legends aren't immune to mommyguilt, I suppose.When Rev. Al Sharpton ("who always delivers one" awesome "funeralspeech") said to Michael's children, "Your daddy was not strange...It was strange what your Daddy had to deal with," I thought of all the "strange" things of theworld that my children will have to deal with. Better yet, the things I hopethey 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 totake on the world. Especially a "strange" one. To love himself enough toknow that even when the world doesn't understand you, tries to force youinto its mold or treats you unkindly, you are still beautiful, strong andBlack. How do I do that?Today, I am taking back "childhood" as an inalienable right for every brownlittle one. In a world, that makes children into booty-shaking,mini-adults long before their time, I'm reclaiming the playful, 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 hisbroad nose is beautiful, his chocolately brown skin is beautiful, and histhick hair is beautiful.And nothing or no one can ever take that away from him."Now aint we bad? And ain't we black? And ain't we fine? ---Maya Angelou


I thought of my lil MJ; Elijah

Wife

Drink water from your own well—share your love only with your wife.
Why spill the water of your springs in the streets, having sex with just anyone?
You should reserve it for yourselves.
Never share it with strangers.

Let your wife be a fountain of blessing for you.
Rejoice in the wife of your youth.
She is a loving deer, a graceful doe.
Let her breasts satisfy you always.
May you always be captivated by her love.
Why be captivated, my son, by an immoral woman,
Or fondle the breasts of a promiscuous woman?

10 Things To Know

Here’s the latest useless information that you know you need. Lol! I’m already lol at those of you that will try number 8 and 9.

1.) The only 15 letter word that can be spelled without repeating a letter is uncopyrightable.

2.) In Utah, a husband is responsible for every criminal act committed by his wife while she is in his presence. WTF

3.) In Wisconsin it is illegal to kiss on a train and sleep on a train. Now you can have all the sex on a train you’d like but make sure you don’t fall asleep afterward.

4.) The Statue of Liberty is actually a statue of two different people. The face was that of Charlotte Bartholdi, the mother of the designer Frederic Auguste Bartholdi. The sculptor's girlfriend, Jeanne-Emilie, was the model for the statue's arms and body.

5.) Mel Blanc (the voice of Bugs Bunny) was allergic to carrots. Ain’t that some sh**!

6.) The average person falls asleep in seven minutes. Even at your desk lol!

7.) The world's youngest parents were 8 and 9 and lived in China in 1910 and the youngest pope was 11 years old.

8.) If you have three quarters, four dimes, and four pennies, you have $1.19. You also have the largest amount of money in coins without being able to make change for a dollar.

9.) Chewing gum while peeling onions will keep you from crying!

10.) The liquid inside young coconuts can be used as a substitute for blood plasma. Um can someone please inform Red Cross!

May I Have This Dance

If I could I’d dance a life with you
We’d share our floor with a love
Beyond stars
Touch a kiss between the two
Never to end our days would last
With this gift I give you my joy
Yours to have
Mine to pleasure
Place with me to protect
Dreams
Hopes
Plans
Needs that I’ll labor to achieve
Give me this moment
I’ll stand a lifetime
My God
He must have sent you Himself
A loss for Him to lose an Angel
Gain for me to grace this gift
So my sweet
As we dance this dance
Know that I will never stop
Growing deeper into you

Michael Jackson

Today a grace of God breezed through the airways of our lives. Michael Jackson died on June 25th, 2009. Today he was honored for his works. Usher sang one of his many number hits, “Gone Too Soon”. A certain sense of mortality seemed to come through. This was a man, a human, a living person with a life of his own. He left behind many memories and many things. We were truly blessed I believe in living in these moments to have witnessed some of his works. I believe he managed to achieve things that were meant for him and him only. His daughter put it best. She said, “Ever since I can remember he was the best dad”. These words are for me. God always has a way of reminding me of His grace. Today it came through today’s tribute to Michael Jackson. May he rest in peace!

Heaven

Close your eyes and visualize the most fantastically beautiful place your heart could ever desire. Pure delight and peace. Your every need is met with just a thought. A utopia of bliss that cannot be contained. I mean just a pure joy! This is Heaven!

Remember When?

Remember when all the kool aid was gone or close to be gone you’d see all that sugar at the bottom?
Remember the penny candy lady in the neighborhood?
Remember we’d call “bingo” when we saw a car we wanted to have when we grew up?
Remember when you could only ride your bike on your side of the sidewalk and only for half a block?
Remember that mean man/lady on block that was mean for no reason?
Remember that dog that would always get loose and chase you?
Remember the name of that dog; always something like, “Red”, “Pepper”, or “Spike”.
Why was it always a black dog?
Remember when the street lights came on, some of us took off running home, cause we’d better be either on the porch or in the house when they came on?
Remember that barber that used to knick the hell out of you and would say stay still?
Remember that fine teacher you liked?
Remember thinking she liked you too?
Remember when Michael Jackson did the moonwalk on Motown 25?
Remember when New Edition split to become BBD?
Remember Toni, Tony, Tone
Remember Toni Braxton walking across the stage in that dress?
Remember having supersonic hearing when it came to the ice cream truck?
Remember your parents saying stupid stuff like, “you better be quiet before I give you something to really cry about”?
Remember the corner store?
Remember Thanksgiving meals at Grandma’s?
Remember Now & Laters, Lemon Heads, Boston Bake Beans, Redhots, and Big Pal gum?
Remember Birthday “Licks”?
Remember sneaking out the house before mom got home?
Remember that open fire hydrant, somehow it turned into a block party?
Remember car alarms that required a key to activate and disarm?
Remember that girl/boy you liked?
If you’ve seen them recently you questioned why you liked them?
Remember all those kids you grew up?
Where’d they come from?
How many fathers do you remember in the neighborhood?
Remember the boy “Black”?
Remember hurting yourself to the “white meat”
What do you remember??????????????