I CORITHIANS:9:13 (NIV)

BECAUSE...BY THE SERVICE..BY WHICH (YOU) HAVE PROVED YOURSELF...MEN WILL PRAISE GOD FOR OBEDIENCE... WHICH ACCOMPANIES CONFESSIONS OF THE GOSPEL OF CHRIST.. FOR YOUR GENEROSITY...SHARING WITH THEM AND EVERYONE ELSE.. GOD BLESS YOUR SOUL...CREATE

AMBASSIDORS /OPRAH'S CHILDREN GIVES BAC

A HEART FELT STORY WAS THE TALK OF OPRAH'S AMBASSIDORS...CHILDREN FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD..COMING TOGETHER FOR A CAUSE...KENYA'S CIVILIZATION TOUCHED MY HEART..BROUGHT TEARS TO MY EYES ..SAVED MONEY TO BUILD A SCHOOL FOR THE PEOPLE OF THIS CONTINENT..THEY SACRIFICE LIVING THERE LIFESTYLES...WITNESS SEEING A GOAT BE SACRIFICED ..KILLED..TO SURVIVE..DRANK DIRTY WATER AND PUBLIC BATHROOMS WERE NOT AVAILABLE...LIVED IN SWOMPS...A YYOUNG GIRL SHARES HER ARAGAMY DESIGNS..WHICH SHE MAKE OUT OF PAPERS ON WALLS..TO DECORATE HER HUT...AMERICANS ALL NATIONALITY COLORS SHARED THERE EXPERIENCE...I WAS SO PROUD OF THESE CHILDREN...WHEN U THINK OF AN SOCIETY IN RUINS...OUR CHILDREN MAKES A DIFFRENCE ...HELPING LIVES IN KENYA RECONSTRUCT..CHRACTER...PERSEVERE...LEARN HOW TO COMPROMISE...KNOWNG LIFE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF LOVE...COMES...GATHERS NO STONE..BUT CARRIES NO MOSS..BUT BUILDS WITH HANDS...GOD GAVE THEM TO LIVE AS ONE...THIS GENERATION COMES AT A TIME WHEN AFRICA'S SUNSHINE...WAS NEVER SO BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL...COLOR SUDDENLY COMES TOGETHER FOR A GREAT COURSE...OPRAH...THE PRIZE STILL LIVES ON IN OUR EYES AS TELVE AMBASSIDORS FROM UNITED STATES...CROSSED OVER..HELP CHANGE THE WORLD....THANKS OPRAH...poementry's Create "FOR THOSE WHO CAPTURED THIS FOOTAGE..KNOWS HOW I FELT TODAY"

"A colored is a very frightened-to-death Afro-American. A Negro is one that makes it in the system, and he wants to be white. A nigger, he's loud and boisterous, wants to be seen. Nobody likes a nigger. A black man has pride. He wants to build, he wants to make his race mean something. Wants to have a culture and art forms. And he's not prejudiced. I am a black American man. Now you go ahead and print it." - James Brown, 1982

The attack of my people...fights for..patriotism...honor...what shows my ethnic origin...gets point across...what builds the footsteps of strong bodies...climbs higher..never take whats known all along...i'm a Queen of my thrown...a brotha..built land..i've never got credit 4...royalty..a stone name Crystal...black as sapphire...what's worn proud...my fist..the red... the black and the green...my territory...what represents..afro american amnesity...strong...mighty...bold as the pages of my history...what's been left unsaid for lack there of...your weigh among many...shapes the structure 2 emmulate... sing the Lord's pray as christian faith on Sunday morn...family..what generate da tree of ancestry...keep branches together...where bark stands as solid as a rock...throughout our lifetime...through struggle...embiding lovecalls...the beauty wearing tone...sending da message of..survival...while i live.. became non-existent 2 some with dumb founded speech..no knowledge..wisdom...thrown away ..like black..had no place in this world...we claim our days and night...changing the pages 2 restore our strength...talents...da art of craft..a life...what lives inside vurtue...gains power 2...become a winner...u let us write about...da results...da blackness...were here...not going nowhere...now u luv us...can't get enuff of...lol..a double standard...what gives...now who's mixed up...not my fault...Create

deliborate justice

Manhood & Pride

What's this ...i hear u say...mouths drowns ears that ache...takes no charge of men's tables and midnight meals with smiles and grims...in total bliss...i work as any other example ..u see as my ...ultimate decision 2..performs da hustabulls..where fictions sells us a boob tube teacher's guides 2 ...living right...like...we never has discipline...u got whipped..cause your structure aims you as simple in love... but... angry monarch...who plays da field...steps out ...explores the dips and dabs of intercourse...rectifying lose lips with sores and bruises...left for dead..by your own thinking..but i'm da dirt..like u ...who wollows in fifth..where u left me...unfit for consumption..where no man will want me...just because my germ..became you family...child and grand...you deny our race...an image of you...who wears da same thang.. same day...diffrerent mindset ...leaving me 2 b another golden girl...2 a real warrior pimp...king of his castle...but not da projects you come from...i stepped of of linens and embroidary...a glass slipper...poor...poverty stricken memory... CINDERELLA...but ...a refugee...starving me...our baby...with no medicine 2 keep him healthy...your the disgrace...i should be thinking about getting rid of...i dare you to complain about our living conditions...our clothing...our hygiene..my people's teaching me...pride and prejudice...where your waters swam in..grab a fragment...you look like...what's half of my center piece of ivory tusk...blends your slurred speak patterns...da ghetto tries to hide...devil.....malotta...changing me ...you look like...what's fine at first...but first was the embryo the egg came after...as a result...here's your finished product...mother's womb..gave u..a beautiful race of brown as copper ..shines..2 seed faiths.. brought forth...man's form ...but in da end.. tells you...it wasn't me....your imaging thing...what i touch...stays the gift of Neffertiti...neverlet's herself go..u wore out.. am woman....my g spot...i know so well...your place...your meals...your family ..that disowns your completely...now who got love for u...i have...going around in circle...brings u right home where u belong ...a husband...father... no choice...in da matter.... becomes what does pretend...when paychecks walks...and pride makes u feel like shit...get over it ...u not giving up big talk...no action... you'll get another job... put da blame on dreaming ...blunt copout...now how'd u get that ...going in my pocket books ..like always..huh..get a life ..damn ..u pretend alot loser.......peace

Colorcode...where's your love...Sista Black

what dramatize my former class act...rages at...your smiling face...your sending grace...your comfort zone..where i undress.. my camisole..let go..looses up...get comfortable...i lie in silence and wait for da call...2 let you take my soul ...while lace and luxury gathers around my full body.... what jacks..lifts me up and turns my torso around...bites...licks...rubs...like 2 layers of cake..eatable 2 munch...da dessert no man/woman can resist...yours..da vision of panther love.. drive da motor to erupt...the sound gets louder..the rhythm grows..releases power...melts da soul's purpose...cum together...love...combine interlocks...relief weakspots..know...that it's eternal...where i see us saying...this time i'm home forever...no question's ask...i'm the stud..your my stem...with floral incased among my whim..the mandela..his long journey 2 johannisburg...his bride...winnie..stood by his side..this is a vintage of pride...years of everlasting black love...a need for da message..visualize the motion...rise where there is compromise...serve those years lonesome...when jailcells held u captive from your "Queens" holding stability...being a slave...hangin...in there...even after attempts 2 b oppressed..from love of indentity...snake in da grass antiblack..but injects formula semonlack..baby's black bottom...the taste..you adquired..without permission...where stiil..i am 4 my flesh..mandingo..save me..i wait....my brothas...even after da..they climb..forcing themselves after learning da enterprize...suprised size..da color..white...emerged emalcumated..a household..blackman's name... colorcode....u still wanna be...da plantation...da main course 2 munch on...now ....da prize becomes yours...while our eyes...still look on....what goes around..repeats cycle..what GOD warned us about...wake up weakness...u know who ur...claim your heritage back...WHAT DOES IT TAKE..2 BECOME HIS SISTA....BLACKBONE.....Create