Started by Nate Spears Nov 9, 2010.
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BOLD STATEMENTS
Why are so many people needing to be un-acceptable. Why do they reach out to me in such a forceful manner. Do I appear to relinquish my RIGHTS as an achiever in any given effort. Read me my MEMORIES and the answer will reach out and touch someone; any one. The remedies that reside within my mind are consequences that may render one USELESS in their efforts. Recycle mandatory affections and reside amongst the COMPETITION that may master anger’s rejects. What we fail to sometimes realize is that we make MISTAKES but we are not to be held accountable for the such. RECAPTURE every demeanor that may fight to survive and within that circle, may become beknownst to you. When a TIGER cries and that they do, we can’t hear it as well as when a TREE falls and yes, it does make a SOUND. Feel me when you can’t and even when you won’t because everything I ATTEMPT to become only remembers that which may bring about my DEEPEST fear. ROARING is a call of the wild. Screaming comes from inside the closet and the mercy never rest. FAILURE can never be accounted for if the attempts are MEASURED. Record the evidence and scream it from within. Never allow FORCES to be with you; there is a heaven and the only way to know that, is to FORGIVE. Forgive when you can’t or simply when you don’t want to. Escape and FREE your…..
Knowing their mind allows the PLEASURE to revolve around what I resolute; and the REWARD will be all mine, no yours too.
Support that which is MANDATORY. I don’t think so far that which we accept is only as far as the eye can see and to only see can bring about UNBELIEF. Boldness is a fortified ELEMENT that will extinguish an enormous, burning DESIRE; there is another understanding which must be LEANED on.
Kim Wilson
OOWEE
Comment by NaTrina T. Willis on August 15, 2011 at 11:38pm and i could not see. all of the ways that you wanted me. so, i closed my eyes when your lips touched mine. my heart pounding with anticipation eagerly awaiting the time. when your breath would moisten my neck with lust. my breath quickens hungry for the thrusts. you caress my face and i rub your back. spine tingling orgasms you give i'll never lack. just when i think i'll scream from the most pleasureable friction i open my eyes, and you're not here. it was all in my mind. just fiction. DAMN!! -Mizz Mommie Nate 4-4-03
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Comment by Nanette Buchanan on February 10, 2011 at 5:44pm Black History Lives.....
The man looked to be seventy or eighty years old,
And every time I passed him, the thought of his life, stirred my soul
You see, he held his tattered clothes on him as best he could
Nodded his head to those who just passed him by, seemed he understood.
I imagined where he slept at night, when the busy streets calmed down,
I wondered where he ate when the soup kitchens shut down.
The story of his life, the history, memories of his past
Were in each fold and wrinkle of his skin, his time on earth had become his mask.
His gait slow, steady no real destination, in no hurry to move on
The need to be somewhere was no longer a desire, his motivation gone.
There were those that spoke to him daily as we waited for the D train
He'd respond with a wave of his hand, a pause, a thought and then he'd move again.
I studied him each morning knowing he was not alone in this often cold world
He had to have family, relatives, a connection, maybe a son or a daughter, grands.....a boy and a girl.
I thought about our plight throughout history, being slaves longing to be free
I wondered what stopped him on the road of progress, was he a part of the dream for Dr. King.
He's talking today to every one that passes him by,
Telling them it's Black History Month and how proud he is to be alive
He's rattling off names of our Black Historians, and the contributions they made
Then someone yells, "Old timer you musta been in the fields back then, was you ever a slave?"
His answer caused silence everyone turned, some shocked, many in delight
"If I had been a slave, I would have put up a good fight,
Just cause one don't have, don't mean you don't treat him right.
You've been walking through here daily disrespecting women cussing, with you pants hangin off your butt
If you had been a slave, you'd understand the pride of a man, I can see you ain't been taught much.
You pass me each day talking 'bout what I need and what I ain't got
I took the time to go to school, got street smarts, and that means a lot.
Boy don't interrupt me as I pay honor to those who paved the way
It's because of them, you ain't a slave today!!"
The young man couldn't find the words, none were decent and he dared not confront the old man's grin
This withered soul picked up his collection of items and continued with his list naming famous black men.
"Hey boy name me someone you read about, a African American who you represent......
Not one that's living today, one who touched you from the past, told you what Black History meant.
The train whistled its arrival the crowd began to move, the young man remained where he stood
As the train pulled off I watched from the window, the old man's message good
I closed my eyes praying silently that lessons of yesterday, would change the young man's tomorrow
I prayed he would touch one, who would touch another,
I prayed that his lesson in history would be a lesson he would borrow.
Copyright 2011
Nanette M. Buchanan
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