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When it comes to being a good father what do most young black men see?
Can they picture their fathers passing down any legacies?
Do they remember any male bonding or talks on how to be good men?
Do they have any perceptions or even comprehend?
Unfortunately too many households are single parent with only a mother in residency
Caused by incarceration, unemployment and dysfunctional inadequacies
Too many don't have a clue of what a good father should be
As the father factor in their lives was one of obscurity
But God is the ultimate father figure to each and every man
And if you desire to be like Him read His words and follow His plans
To become a good father you must examine the Holy Scriptures
And hopefully you'll be able to obtain a good father picture
Now tapping into God's heavenly Twitter account
And Facebooking the Gospel to see what its all about
Fully prepared to formulate, cultivate and stimulate your spiritual life
So that your behavior and way of thinking lines up with Jesus the Christ
A picture of a good father is a man who leaves a financial legacy
So that his children won't exist in a state of abject poverty
By showing them how to save and how to invest
Leaving a fruitful inheritance and a full hope chest
A picture of a good father is a man whose vine is rooted in a strong foundation
And structured to lift him up in godly formation
Respectful, resilient, loving, loyal and kind
Of strong moral conviction and secure in his mind
Knowing who he is and what he could be
And having healthy relationships with every member of his family
So if you're broken, bitter, angry and have any doubts
Seek God and a professional to help you work it out
And i say this to all women and I hope you receive
You need to let a man be a man to his family
Stop disrespecting him and put your anger and pride to the side
He is doing the best he can so work with him by walking stride for stride
A picture of a good father is a man concerned about his community
Who comprehends we live in a global society
A man who gets involved and not stay isolated
As we are all a part of this world that God created
A picture of a good father is a man who loves and respects his family and community
A man strongly rooted, striding humbly and secure in his spirituality
One day in May my life became
a city of veils,
closed off and unseen like
a year of fog.
I was in denial.
Could i restore my belief in my
lifes short career?
Learn to take away this howl
of bitter rage at my
healths inadequacies.
To maybe fufil a full life cycle of dependency.
I could only hope and pray.
My bloodline inheritance leaves
me with a furious love
building on a nightmare of weeks.
Fifty to save it
two to organise it"s end
a flickering flame that
will finally snuff out
and put paid to all my ambitions,
my fatal end.
If only i could move out
of my mind.
Find a hung jury
that still has a return policy
on defective breasts.
Time given out for
good bevaviour,
to go on fostering
my independent spirit.
My thoughts inside implode..
though my standard eyes still gush.
A blessed release.
Form:
Nwobi is stoic but shaken by troubles,
Akanji is strong-willed but engulfed in his fears,
Maikudi is focused but allied by foes,
N'jobu is Herculean but drifted by falsehood,
Mensah is persitent but blemished by inadequacies,
Katosi is obstinate but deprived of worth.
Siyabonga is inviolable but encompassed by defiance.
These black giants are caged up in these fates.
Held by shackles to prevent a forward push.
Alas! ,the hands,legs and these whole beings are set free.
The giants steps are being taken,
Steps out of the African strength,
Leaps so bold and long!
The true African nature!
Those leaps,totally setting free
these African heroes.
Voices in my head
Never cheer or praise
Laughter only when they mock me
Highlighting all my inadequacies
Making me feel only shame.
Voices in my head
Loudest when my eyes are closed
Never let me rest
Bringing up all my flaws
Making me feel so sad.
Voices in my head
Causing just pain
Screaming I'm not enough
Even when I do my best
Making sure I feel unworthy.
Voices in my head
Picking apart my sanity
Creating false narrative
Questioning my memories
Making me feel insane.
Voices in my head
I wish to silence
I hope they'll go away
Leaving me alone
Making me feel at peace.
Voices in my head
I know is me
Maybe if I went away
They'll finally go too
No more inadequacies, sadness or shame.
Today I undertake to put on the highest cloak of humility.
To consider myself as an offshoot of Grace.
To act in the lowest denomination of pride.
As much as place other before me in love,
to place every human above my one unit cell of self.
To uphold the pre-eminence of Christ while He increases as I decrease.
I pledge to cancel out all forms of carnal competition which births in the me envy and pride.
And rest in the only favor our Lord supreme places in my realm.
I have decided to bend low to life and in life.
So that His strength will pull me on to honor, glorified in His righteousness.
I therefore declare, that I am nothing without Him and need His sufficiency to add flesh to my inadequacies.
I will let God completely have His way.
For if God claims me in my state of genuine pure humility, He will work it all out Himself,
As He is the one who works in me to do His good will and pleasure.
Slim Fast
For the diet can not last
The weight that which we weigh
Is produced by the calories our mouth intakes
And if it is more cakes and bakes
Than salad and fiber breakfast flakes
The noise the scale's are bound to make
Are of a badly misfiring car
Rather than that of a well tuned athletic star
So the next time you choose to indulge in a chocolate bar
Instead of a carrot or a healthy yogurt bar
You chose to take a drive in your car
Because you were to lazy to walk
Listen to the way your thighs talk
And your bum sweats and boobs chafe
And the way your favorite old clothes no longer fit
And if you wear them the seams will split
If only gym and eating right
Was as simple as lighting a candle
None of us would have love handles
And fat and thin would mean the same thing
So everyone would be into the same thing
Maybe then when size no longer matter's
We could all choose partners based on who they are
Rather than do they fit into our preconceptions
Of size and what defines beauty
Imagine choice unbiased by insecurity
Choose life
Choose rather who is right for you
Not initially based on the beauty of there face
Or body size
The prettiest women I have ever dated
Scored at most 4 out of 11
But the so called not conventional or large girls
Took me to places no pretty girl ever could
And when the panting and boring sex had stopped
All I was left with was an empty vessel
Who couldn't hold a conversation
Unless it revolved around them
And paying them compliments
I would be forgiven for thinking they were shallow
But if it wasn't for the fact I choose them
Above all the other more suitable women
I cast aside
Because I put my own stupid personal pride
Above choosing someone worthy to Love
Just because the size does not fit
Doesn't mean you can not grow into it
Both people and clothes come in many guises
And no 1 surmises or gives out prizes
More than us and what is the fuzz all about
We all live in glass houses
We all pass comment and lament
Over choices other make
Its what makes the righteous shallow
And blow's Cupid's arrow
Many a time choose a different course
And so many couples in perpetual lovers remorse
Because it takes far more metal
To choose a mate
Than to please the inadequacies of our so called best mates
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2019 September 12
I’m on the inside looking out
No that’s not right … I’m on the outside looking in -
There I go unable to decide
Right I better start soul searching and analysing myself
Or I will never get this poem finished.
Self-reflection – I wonder if I am too
Preoccupied, just forever contemplating my naval and
Endlessly beating myself up at my inadequacies.
Clearly I need to get a grip on reality ….
Today would be an ideal time to do it!
Instead of ruminating and chewing over the fat I
Obsess at my faults and
Never give myself credit for things I do well.
Tongue in cheek write (I hope) for Introspection contest
06~26~16
Neon billboards scream a symphony of
images
in attempts to sell
happiness
by bleeding dissatisfaction into her mind.
Glossy, crisp pages remind her that she isn't
good enough
to be accepted by a
society
that values celebrity over individuality.
Reflections in the mirror only
reinforce
her perceived
inadequacies
as mascara stains her fair cheeks.
The gears of discontentment crush
us all
and in our attempts to
rebuild ourselves
we realize just how broken we are.
But there exists a deeper truth:
Within our eternal
soul
is a beauty that no amount of make up can hide.
8.30.18
There’s a rage that ignites when someone damages you
An uncompromising, bewildering storm within.
Your brain churns with thoughts of vengeance,
A thousandfold wrath ready to erupt.
But do you compromise your soul to feed the fire?
It’s all connected, yet so utterly disconnected.
They have no idea what they’ve unleashed
This inner demon clawing at the gates.
A thousand futures, a million seconds
Pain stretched in weeks, rage forged in years.
Why do they disrespect you to this breaking point?
You give your all, pushing daily to do what’s right.
Are their inadequacies a mirror they can’t face?
Does their lack of perspective cast you as the villain?
You tried to be the hero, the good guy,
To stand on the side of justice and light.
But the disrespect it grinds, it gnaws, it sends you spiraling
To a place where rage eclipses reason.
I want to shatter the star line,
Reach into the void, and grind gold for planet 9.
To fix this fractured atmosphere of fury,
Before I lose myself in the abyss of their disregard.