He looked like an Angel albeit a broken Angel splayed out on the cold marble floor. His head at angles with his twisted body along with his staring unseeing eyes extinguished any hope that the embers of life still burned within him. The earth came up to meet him and swallowed him into the heavens. The Benjamins make a poor parachute.
Baby Boy Got $200 sneakers as a reward for cussing the teachers and failing in school. Teacher or principals fault. Grades all F but it ain’t me you fucked up can’t you see! School’s for Fools. Some place I don’t want to be.
Baby Boy he never wrong. They got it all mixed up seeing me strong. Y’all know I’m the King of my crew. God’s Gift to everything.
But in the back of your head all you can see is yo’ no count Daddy, welfare system and crackhead Momma staring back in the mirror saying you gonna be like me.
Hanging out in the upper class nabe with my hoodrat crew. See a few things I wanna take. Wait a minute! What’s that I hear! A siren in back of me. Starting to fear. Next thing I’m on Lock down in Juvie Hall. Where my crew at now when as I’m taking this fall.
Baby boy lying in a ditch. Worse off than being a Snitch. Off to Rikers’ to be somebody’s Bitch. Baby Boy. You Done. You Done.
His rhymes had got him to the big time. Opened new doors of upper class vice and sin. The immoralities of the 1%. I gazed at my son from the balcony of one of the greatest art institutions in the city seeing not the young man who had entered the 27 Club of the Immortals but every little boy running up and down Linden Blvd., Jamaica Avenue, Fulton Street or Sedgwick Avenue running to be the next 50 cent or Jay-Z finding fame and winding up on 27 Jump Street misjudging the doubles lives one foot in the hood and the other on Central Park West or the Upper East Side seeking Hipster fame and validation.
Jump my Son/Sun. Jump out of your dreams and into Eternity.
Warning: For those of you who have been raped, went through Domestic Violence, sodomized or sexually assaulted Please Do Not Read this Post as it most likely continues Triggers. I have survived all those events but to this day I still experience sights, smells, words that set me off in the wrong direction.
Swords, needles, Lance, shattered glass, Knaves with Knives pierced my heart. For the one who pinned me to the wall with gnashing fanged teeth. They made me bleed but my life essence flowed into the ground and back up through and into my feet roots.
Many times I feel I’ve been banished to the Island of Misfit toys. Long ago in a far away land I was embedded in the fog, haze and mist of various “Happy Pills.” But I escaped. They tried to recapture me last year but once again the Warrior in me arose and I beat down my foes and thus a better life was reborn.
They tell me to forgive you. As though I were at fault.
They tell me that unless I forgive you burning coals will singe my soul. Forgiveness is for me. It will help heal my soul.
Yet I feel nothing. No pressure to forgive. No reason to forgive. No need to forgive. No guilt or shame. Because I feel nothing. Nothing for him. Nothing for all the hims that brutally attacked me. Why?! Because you, him, All the Hims have been banished, dismissed.
Those hims taught me how. Especially the one who raped me. The one who now wears the backward collar. Who leads unsuspecting congregations in Praise & Worship. Church. How convenient. The perfect place to find more victims. Women. Some willing. Carried along by a sacred oratory little knowing the ugly demon that lurks within. But I know. You come as an Angel of Light but I know who you really are. Hell is reserved for the devil and his angels. Your place in Hades awaits you.
The Persuaders – Thin Line between Love & Hate – Video (High Quality)
My heart has gone prehistoric stone implements. Flint knives now glisten in my eyes. How not to feel. How to dismiss who no longer is necessary yet keep the lessons for the future. How to dispatch with a cold ease. Victory!
I’M STILL HERE!!
To awaken a side of me that can put my abusers into compartments. Jails. I will never forget what they did. How they changed my life. Little did they know how my life has changed for the better. I don’t need to forgive for I am not at fault. And they. They shall receive due judgment from the Creator of All Life and I. I will sit back and smile.
My Salvation, Forgiveness and Redemption Belong Only to Me!
In war-torn Palestine five women have sped their way into the heart of the gritty, male-dominated street car-racing scene. Brought together by a common desire to live life on their own terms, the Speed Sisters have joined the ranks of dozens of male drivers, shattering social barriers and gender stereotypes.
Amber Fares’ feature-lentgh documentary follows the Speed Sisters as each of the women navigate love, religion and family pressures while trying to be true to themselves in the face of a military occupation.
There’s Maysoon, the team’s manager, who looks out for the girls on and off the track; Marah, who was a racing champion at 19 and is driven to succeed by the desire to represent Palestine on the World stage; the glamorous and fierce Betty, who comes from a wealthy family of racers; the athlete Noor, the thrill-seeker struggling to find her way; and Mona, the free…
When I was young, but just old enough to realize not everyone could do everything I could, I came to some shallow conclusions about life.
I loved music and singing, but my great-aunt could not hear. She could not hear me sing and she did not hear me yell, but she was very aware when I was doing these things. But she never sang with us. I could not imagine, as a child, not singing. I did not really understand what was meant when I was told she was ‘deaf’ or could not hear.
I think I thought it was like a game we used to play, when we would pretend not to hear someone, no matter how loud they were. We would try not to giggle and, most importantly, you could not do anything the other players told you or the group to do. I don’t know if it was normal for me…
Viola Irene Desmond (née Davis): 6 July 1914 – 7 February 1965
A while back on my blog, I was starting to do a bi-monthly feature about notable Black women in history. This feature fell to the side due to travel and other events that were going on, but I am starting it up again today!
One thing that stood out to me in John Glenn’s obituary other than his NASA career was that he and his wife were married for 73 years!! Outstanding!! That is what I call a True Love bond! Wow!!
Another aspect of John and Anna Glenn relationship was that I admired that his wife whom he affectionately called Annie stammered for many years yet he called her “His Girl” and the rock of their relationship and family life. John Glenn did not care that Annie stammered. Her disability had no bearing on his Love for her. He accepted her as is. Later through intensive therapy Annie Glenn did conquer her stammering along with support and encouragement from her Beloved husband.
Now a days it’s all about hook-ups and booty calls. A Woman has to look like a movie star actress, model with a perfect shape, flawless skin, hair and nails plus Never age. Then we wonder why our relationships don’t last. I’m not saying let yourself go downhill. Yes take care of yourself but marriage and any long term romantic relationship is more than a roll in the hay. What you’re looking for. What we are designed for as human beings cannot be found on Tinder, Grinder or any online dating website, your local bar, disco or club. Nor should you just treat your House of Worship as a social club. The Singles Ministry is supposed to be there to help you create a well rounded Life as a Single person not to just scout for Mr. or Ms. Right. It’s a good thing if you do meet your future spouse at church but God should be first.
Keep in mind that sooner or later you’ll have to get of out the bed and deal with that person as an individual not a sex object or somebody you can misuse, abuse then toss aside. What you do to others will come back to haunt you.
O’ for a Man. A Real Man! A True Man! Who will Love you with all your faults, flaws and Aging Body!! They just don’t make’em like that anymore! More than just Lovers but True Life Partners!!
Proud to say my Dad Edward G. Palmer was such a Man. Forty Years together on earth and Now an Eternity together in Heaven!!
Yes I admire John and Annie Glenn because they both have the Right Stuff! R.I.P. ~~ John Glenn.
Godspeed Mr. Glenn!! Now exploring Limitless Heavens!!