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Thank You!...
It's Black history month, so we come to celebrate,
all the hues of brown that made our nation great!
From Fredrick and Harriet to Mandela, and Muhammad Ali, because of the stance they took, we are allowed to be free.
Langston, Louis, Billie, Malcolm, and Martin, are only a few,
of the great black leaders who have rep-ped for me and you!
George Washington Carver nvwas scientist,a botanist and, an inventor too.
There is no endeavor,
the black man won't pursue.
We've made strides in medicine,
that many are unaware ,
just google... John Jordan, or Daniel Hale Williams,
the amazing facts are there!
We have even taken our talents, to Hollywood,
We overcame racism , in an industry,
where no one ...thought we could!
So, Thank you,
Hattie McDaniel,
Cicely Tyson, Sidney Poitier, (Porti-air)
Thank you, gone!
Ella, Mahalia, Marion, Natalie and Whitney,
Nat, Ray, Barry, Isaac, and Teddy.
Luther, Gerald, Michael, and Prince...
I heard you on the radio,
And I've been in love, since!
You have all gone on to glory,
but your music we won't forget,
Missing your physical presence,
Is our only regret!
We say,
Thank you,
to ALL, of our fearless athlete,
Your dedication and diligence
made you,
nearly ... IMPOSSIBLE to defeat!
Jesse Owens, Wilma Rudolph,
Arthur Ashe, Williams Sisters, and Hussain Bolt,
Your athletic prowess,
give the ENTIRE world ...a jolt!
Thank you,
Simone Biles ...a phenomenal gymnast you are,
And thank you,
Misty Copeland...for raising the bar.
You opened the door,
to the American ballet ,
and now, other black girls,
aspire...to be you one day!
Simone Manuel,
an Olympic champion, of the pool,
Her tenaciousness and ability,
made swimming look cool.
I can't name you all,
because they are many, many more,
I could compile a list..that would fall to the floor.
Our journey, hasn't been easy,
That story, I could never sell,
For we looked towards Heaven,
When we were going thru Hell!
We are an accomplished people,
Because we are willing to fight,
We have been beaten and ostracized, for defending our rights.
When we immersed ourselves into politics,
we continued to excel.
Thus, Barack Obama, moved into the White House...
With his classy wife,
Michelle!
And though his adversaries, tried to cause him drama,
He persevered and overcame! Our FIRST, black President,
We love you, Obama!
May God grant you...longevity,
good health, and a life void of strife,
Now that you have left office,
and have returned, to civilian life!
Our People, were many times denied-a formal education,
But that, didn't diminish...our ability,
nor curb our motivation.
Our education was Oftentimes, self-taught,
It unfathomable, that one of US,
sits...on the Supreme Court!
Black people have gone from the slave house,
to the White House.
From share croppers to show stoppers!
From the back of the bus,
to driving the bus,
Now...the owner of the bus,
looks like us!
From cleaning the office ,
to becoming the CEO,
America has Watched us hustle,
She has watched us flow!
There is no ceiling,
that we can't crash,
We are fortuitous people,
Just check out our past!
There is no challenge we won't meet
We may fall,
But we get back on our feet!
Black people...
there is nothing ,
that can stop you, from being a success!
You are highly favored and divinely blessed!
So fight your fight!
encourage others to do the same,
You shouldn't do it for money,
Nor , should you do it for fame!
Each one, must teach one,
So, that we continue to advance,
We must empower the next generation...
if we are to have ,
a fighting chance!
Thank you America,
For the certification,
That once you brought us here,
We helped BUILD this nation!
We are believers and achievers,
We are originators,
and innovators
Black people are, Athletic, and Poetic,
we are, Intelligent,
and Socially relevant!
We are changers of the game,
And, No two are us,
are EVER the same!
I thank you-America
for allowing us,
to showcase our talents,
....and make You grand!
But,
I truly thank you,
MOTHER AFRICA
for creating,
the BLACK WOMAN and the BLACK MAN!!!!
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Hey girl, what's up?
just called to check on you,
Cuz when you're part of the sisterhood ,
that's what sisters do!
Be times good, or be times bad,
rather you woke up happy,
or rather you woke up mad,
A sister will listen,
she doesn't always give advice,
she's thoughtful in her responses,
thinking it over twice.
Night or day,
it really doesn't matter,
she'll say girl, let's have some ice cream ,
and get a little fatter.
Be it the kids, the husband,
the job, or another issue,
sisters sit down and grab a box of tissue.
What I have is yours,
and what you have is mine.
Have you ever seen three sisters,
share a single dime?
Well as sisters, that's what we do,
I wouldn't say it ,
If I knew it were not true.
In the sisterhood,
We leave the crabbing, the backstabbing, and
vindictiveness behind.
For it takes too much effort,
and we have too little time!
So sisters,
Let's build each other up,
not tear each other down,
Let's greet one another with a smile,
and forego the nasty frown.
Each one teach one,
is what I say,
let's make empowerment the word of the day!
Let's promote the positive,
or say nothing at all.
Let's lift each other up,
not make each other fall.
Let's be truthful, thoughtful,
and prayerful of each other.
Let's strive to take each other,
just a little bit further.
I'm brown, your tan, she's dark, she's light,
One sister is Puerto Rican,
and the other sister is white.
Our complexion, our race, doesn't play a part,
because the sisterhood, cares not about color,
or status, it's all about your heart!
We won't always see eye to eye,
or always agree,
but I've got you girl,
and I know you've got me!
Storms may come,
but we weather them together,
trying to stay dry,
beneath one umbrella!
So ladies,
When things are bad,
and you can find no good,
there is always comfort to be found ,
in the sisterhood!
As women, we are often misunderstood,
So ladies,
I thank you, for promoting sisterhood!
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My Seventy Years...
I woke up, on Wednesday morn,
and couldn't believe,
That it had been seventy years,
since I was born!
I know that the Lord smiled on me,
For there were days, when living, that long,
I could never foresee.
I am grateful, for every day,
Thank you mom and dad,
for teaching me how to pray!
I have had good times,
as well as bad,
I have had days when I was happy,
and others, when I've been sad.
But, the Lord kept me,
without a doubt,
When I would wallow in despair
he would bring me out .
On him, I've learn to trust and obey,
And he's the only reason,
I'm here today!
My family and friends
have helped me through,
This life, wouldn't be the same,
without ...ALL of you.
It is a privilege to have lived this long,
I've learned, that what doesn't kill you,
Will indeed make you strong!
Many of my friends, withered
Along the way,
So thank you God,
For another blessed day.
It matters not...
the number of years you live,
But what you do,
And , what you're willing give!
Give a smile, a hug, or simply a kiss,
Put these things on your Christmas list.
For, being CHRIST-LIKE, is what
Living is all about,
Being filled with his love,
makes me want to shout!
I'm not as strong
or vibrant as I used to be,
But God, is always here for me!
I'm reminded of what
my grandmother used to say,
Her words,
I still hear today...
When asked how she felt,
She'd simply reply...
I can jump, but not high,
I can flutter, But I can't fly!
And now that my physical being,
is not always it's best,
And As I require a lot more rest,
I know, that I'm truly blessed!
This old body, may be growing frail,
And my ship might float,
but not always sail,
I know....that GOD, is the reason,
That I stand before you,
in my seventieth season!
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Fifty and Fabulous
for Kim Schyler
Woke up this morning, with something to ,"
check me out I'm fifty today!"
Looked in the mirror and what did I see,
Fifty and Fabulous staring back at me!
My mind is sharp, my body tight,
My soul done been blessed, and I'm feeling alright!
This is my moment, my time to shine....
I'm like vintaged wine,
I get better with time!
Nonsense.... That talk of feeling old!
I'm not tarnished silver,
I am sparkling gold!
Fifty and fabulous, can't you see.
I'm empowered , accomplished and free!
I know what I want! have what I need, failure is not an option,
I can only succeed!
No room nonsense or negativity,
If that's what you're about, stay away from me!
Don't get my fire started.
Cause it will burn...
And if you come at me sideways, you will learn!
I've learned a lot in these fifty years,
I've learned to overcome and face my fears.
Keep God first, in all that you do,
For in trying times, he'll surely
See you through!
Love genuinely, and passionately!
For loving ...will bless your life,
And when your helping others,
You are doing the work of Christ!
Lastly I advise, to yourself be true,
No one is gonna love you.... better than you do!
For those of you who fear getting older...
Don't you fret,
The longer you live, the better you get!
I'm fifty, I'm fabulous and free,
Today starts the better half, of me , being me!
L
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This struggle he has, is oh so real...
Not given s fair shake,
Handed a raw deal.
Mistreated, lied upon, and constantly abused.
No wonder, he's angry, and sometimes confused.
Unable to trust, and let down his guard,
Being a black man, must be oh, so hard.
Constantly having to validate his worth,
That beautiful black skin, must seem like a curse.
And though I love him, as only a black woman can,
I must admit, I don't always understand,
The pressures, the hardships and struggles of the black man.
But through his struggles, he is my king,
And for his love, I wouldn't trade a thing!
He settles my uneasiness, and he holds my hand,
He picks me up, when I'm unable to stand.
He comforts me, when my heart is torn,
Renews my confidence when it is worn,
A role model and father, he will always be,
For the little ones that grow inside of me.
Life's struggles are just a test,
The black man's no quitter,
He gives the fight his best.
Although you struggle,
your resilience will make great.
One day you will be on top, black man...
This is your undeniable fate!
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My darling daughter
My darling daughter ,
When I look into your eyes what do I see?
I see black beauty, that looks like me.
I see a warm heart, and gentle soul.
I see someone the world,
is grateful to behold.
My darling daughter,
I want only the best for you,
And for you, there is nothing,
that I wouldn't do.
You are my star, in the midnight sky,
No one else compares,
so they need not try.
You are the icing, on the cake,
And my love for you,
keeps me awake!
I don't want, to ever stand in your way.
So I get on my knees, and I begin to pray.
I ask God to protect you always,
And May you never forget,
to give him the praise.
My darling daughter,
you are truly a blessing,
And my love for you,
I can't help confessing.
I want the world to know exactly how I feel,
That you are no small part of me,
But, a really big deal!
My darling daughter,
I will always stand by your side.
I'll be your mentor, I'll be your guide.
I'll be your help when you need a hand.
I'll be your feet when you're unable to stand
I'll be you voice when you can't speak,
I'll be your strength when you are weak.
Whenever you look back,
You will find,
That your mother,
is only two steps behind.
My darling daughter,
On me, you can always depend,
I'm not just your mother,
I'm your best friend!
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I Miss You So...
There are those days
when I don't want to get out of bed,
Having just the memories,
of life we once enjoyed,
dance around in my head.
Oh mom, dad, I miss you so,
And although it been years,
the pain won't go.
I think about the great times we shared.
I think how you loved and guided me,
when no one else cared.
I think about all the time, and energy,
That it took, for you,
to let me, be me.
I would not be this woman
who stands so strong,
Had you not taught me,
right from wrong.
Had your hands not guided me,
I swear, I don't know, where I'd be.
Your wise words word not spoken in vain,
For when I speak with my daughter,
My words are the same.
I thank you, for all the love
you gave to me,
How much you loved me...
I now, can see.
Not a day goes by, That you,
don't cross my mind,
Good parents like you two,
Are hard to find!
Mom and Dad, I miss you so,
But God called your names
and you had to go!
Why he picked those dates,
I do not know.
But, I understand,
because Earth treasures,
fail in comparison...
to God's promised land!
2/16/17 for Benita Mays
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The weather was cold, but my heart was warm,
On Decenber 28th, the day that you were born.
Tiny feet and tiny hands,
Your mother, your father, your biggest fans.
A blessing, a miracle, my precious jewel,
I'm happy but afraid, sometimes the world is cruel.
Hopeful and watchful, I will always be,
Of the special little girl, that grew inside of me.
As you mature, and as you grow,
there are a few things
That you must know,
Keep God first, and don't forget to pray.
Make that you ritual, as you start your day.
Keep love afloat, and hatred free of your heart,
Don't depend on others, do Johnequa's part.
And lastly, I advise you to your self be true,
For when you can't depend on others,
you can depend on you!
My darling Nequa, what more can say,
You more like me, each and every day,
I guess, I'll say I love you,
and tell you that I care, and if you ever need me,
Know that I'll be there.
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The Greatest Gift
For Amir....5/18/00
I received a gift from The Lord above.
A gift that I would treasure, a gift that I would love
.
It was one of the greatest gifts I have ever known,
it enlightened my heart, and chilled me to the bone.
Lord, I thank you for this child you sent,
he keeps me on my knees and makes me repent.
Sometimes so sweet, so loving so true,
that I know that he, was a gift from you!
But there are those times,
when his ways I don't comprehend ...
Serious attitude, unwilling to bend.
Talking out of turn, or a bit too much,
seems so unfeeling, so devoid of touch.
Inspite of this, I try to understand,
as he changes from a boy,
and prepares to become a man.
I ask that you watch over him,
wherever he may be,
for he was the greatest gift , you ever gave to me!
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Our Journey
( for Nequa 1/4/02)
Although it's only been eight years,
since we first met,
Plus the 9 months you spent in my stomach,
A time , I won't forget.
That first birthday.... It came too fast,
Those little feet and hands, they made me laugh.
The 2nd birthday, it came with haste,
As you asserted your self, and claimed your space.
The 3rd birthday was here too soon,
Boy, I could have sworn it was only June!
You were four, busy and bright.
You became my purpose, my joy, my light.
Your fifth birthday was waiting in the wind.
You would become, my new best friend.
At six, a beauty, a precious jewel,
Let your heart be your guide its your best tool.
I woke up one day, and you were already seven,
My true blessing bestowed from heaven.
And now that we've arrived at the present date,
You are a little lady, at the age of eight.
So, I pray and ask God each day,
To walk and comfort you along the way.
To give you courage , wisdom and grace,
So that YOU, might make the world a better place.
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