BlackMenToday - FOR THE LOVE OF OUR BLACK BROTHAS IN THE WORK FORCE..

ROB D'ANGELO

NIGEL WRIGHT

HAROLD REID TERENCE TAKYI

BlackMenToday - BlackPlanet.com: "Terance TakyiAge: 25Occupation: Institutional Sales RepresentativeHometown: Brooklyn, New YorkTerrance was born in Brooklyn, New York in 1984 to a mother from North Carolina and a father from Ghana, West Africa. He was raised in NC and eventually attended UNC-Greensboro. Today, he is currently in NYC working at JP Morgan. Read BioHarold ReidAge: 28Occupation: Public Relations SpecialistHometown: New JerseyHarold is a public relations specialist for financial services at Thomson Reuters. His role is to provide global support for the various business units that fall under the financial expertise of the organization. He is a member of the Public Relations Society of America. Read BioNigel WrightAge: 23Occupation: National Advertising Sales CoordinatorHometown: Harlem, New YorkNigel was born and raised in Harlem, New York. His interests include playing b-ball, watching sports and relaxation! He currently holds a B.A degree from Penn State University and works for TV One, LLC. Read BioRob D'AngeloAge: 36Occupation: CEO of TangoWithMe Ent/FilmmakerHometown: Bronx, New YorkRob was born in the Bronx and raised in Harlem. At a young age, he discovered a love for filmmaking and decided to pursue it. A jack of many trades, he also sings, writes music, hosts & produces TV shows and manages talent through his company, TangoWithMe Entertainment. Read Bio"

THE TRUTH HURTS...BEST POEM IN THE WORLD

I was shocked,

confused, bewildered As I entered Heaven's door, Not by the beauty of it all, Nor the lights or its decor. But it was the folks in Heaven Who made me sputter and gasp-- The thieves, the liars, the sinners, The alcoholics and the trash. There stood the kid from seventh grade Who swiped my lunch money twice. Next to him was my old neighbor Who never said anything nice. Herb, who I always thought Was rotting away in hell, Was sitting pretty on cloud nine, Looking incredibly well. I nudged Jesus, 'What's the deal? I would love to hear Your take. How'd all these sinners get up here? God must've made a mistake. 'And why is everyone so quiet, So somber - give me a clue.' 'Hush, child,' He said, 'they're all in shock. No one thought they'd be seeing you.' JUDGE NOT!! Remember....Just going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more than standing in your garage makes you a car. And a church is NOT a museum of saints but a hospital for sinners Every saint has a PAST... Every sinner has a FUTURE! Now it's your turn.... Share this poem."

A TUNE 2 SHAKESPEARE..RHASODY IN THE RAIN........

I become a

chariot..what leaves the evening

breeze2 invite..hold what is free..

where my drama speaks..

only the beginning of what greets..

a tangling web of intrige..

where I give emotional

bliss..ur arms makes it's way all

through hearts pumpin..kneels shaking..

tenticles are extremely blatant..

I rip the floor up..dress my contoure UP..

erupt..dance my shoes off..

get completely in the buff..knowing it's

my show I control..the body motion..

electrical..where chemistry meets it' crowd

laced in tonic & a twist of

LONG ISLAND ICE..the potion liquor..

the rage in thundar..the close Tribeca..

NEW YORK CITY..where I rumble..

shake my booty..lose my identity

what serves my guest..the mass appeal..

get w/the program..where cold brew..chicken

fingers & a salad bar..calling itself..

HELP ur self 2 it's house party..

where there's no pain of existence..

so whatcomes to dinner..

blends in caliber..2 raise a riot of him..

the storm 2 perform..Larger than Life..meets of..

skin sensation..grabbing ..2 rub her sexual..

the beat is thumpin..

the body humping..where ur souls meet..

grinding..the thickness is obvious..fits the criteria..

in proportion..grips..slipped right in2 u..

the close encounters of a dance ..made to offer romance..

an element of season met..while I pretend 2

be a symphony in motion..at

ROSELAND BALLROOM..

what's beneath areas..touching him..the master of

ceremonies & I..his melody..

what hurts me right in position...THE title of love..

Rhapsody in the rain...POET..in PASSION

knows no direction 2 LOVE..

where victims fall short on there way..to a dance..

in sequel 2..let's get it on..waiting..where my fantasy

still continues..so I dream..where are u!!!!!!...

Create..Sheila..soulja..PEACE