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NOT AFRAID
I AM NOT AFRAID ANYMORE
NOT AFRAID TO BE ALONE
NOT AFRAID TO BE WRONG
NOT AFRAID TO BE RIGHT
NOT AFRAID TO FIGHT
NOT AFRAID TO BE AFRAID
I AM NOT AFRAID
I AM NOT SCARED ANYMORE
NOT SCARED TO DIE
NOT SCARED TO LIVE
NOT SCARED TO BE SILENT
NOT SCARED TO BE LOUD
NOT SCARED TO BE PROUD
NOT SCARED TO BE SCARED
I AM NOT SCARED
I AM NOT ASHAMED ANYMORE
NOT ASHAMED OF MY HAIR
NOT ASHAMED OF MY LIPS
NOT ASHAMED TO LIKE WHAT I LIKE
NOT ASHAMED OF MY HERITAGE
NOT ASHAMED TO BE ASHAME
I AM NOT ASHAME
I AM NOT AFRAID
FOR FEAR IS AN EXCUSE
FOR DENYING HAPPINESS
Posted in Mystery Monday
Where are the rallies being held in honor of the educating of Black People?
Where are the hordes of knowledgeable Elders who stand up on ghetto platforms,
speaking on Black Love, Black Power, Black Dignity, and Black Awareness, in Black Communities?
Perhaps with the church’s daily administering to the poor sinners on the corner, this practice has ,too, died?!
Where are the rallies being held in honor of the reconstruction of young children’s mind?
Those who voices ring with truth and passion, understanding and guidance, visions and dreams,
justice and equality, creativity and determination, and anger and scorn?!
Perhaps they’ve traded in their ghetto pass for 45 minutes on a college campus and/or a forum of lights and camera’s?!
For I have circled the streets of broken glass, flying debris, blood stained pavements, neglected children, broken dreams, drugs and money. And I could not find one haven where Black People
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Where are the hordes of knowledgeable Elders who stand up on ghetto platforms,
speaking on Black Love, Black Power, Black Dignity, and Black Awareness, in Black Communities?
Perhaps with the church’s daily administering to the poor sinners on the corner, this practice has ,too, died?!
Where are the rallies being held in honor of the reconstruction of young children’s mind?
Those who voices ring with truth and passion, understanding and guidance, visions and dreams,
justice and equality, creativity and determination, and anger and scorn?!
Perhaps they’ve traded in their ghetto pass for 45 minutes on a college campus and/or a forum of lights and camera’s?!
For I have circled the streets of broken glass, flying debris, blood stained pavements, neglected children, broken dreams, drugs and money. And I could not find one haven where Black People
Posted in Uncategorized
IMO...Silent screams are the loudest sounds in the universe. The highest octave which resonates within the human body. Yet it falls on death ears.
The universe is filled with silent screams. Screams of anger! Screams of rage! Screams of fear! Screams of sadness and pain! It's affect is seen and felt all across the galaxies.
Sometimes i hear it in a voice. Sometimes i see it in an action. Sometimes i feel it with my soul. Sometimes it overflows my being in a episode of steamy lava tears. Sometimes i refuse to feel and/or hear it, although its all around me and sometimes within.
One can easily be enchanted by the sound of a silent scream. It can cause you to react in both positive and/or negative ways. I guess it depends on the sound of your own silent screams. whether you want to sooth it or feed it to your own screams for intensity and volume.
A silent scream is the deepest of emotions one can express. Yet it raises
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The universe is filled with silent screams. Screams of anger! Screams of rage! Screams of fear! Screams of sadness and pain! It's affect is seen and felt all across the galaxies.
Sometimes i hear it in a voice. Sometimes i see it in an action. Sometimes i feel it with my soul. Sometimes it overflows my being in a episode of steamy lava tears. Sometimes i refuse to feel and/or hear it, although its all around me and sometimes within.
One can easily be enchanted by the sound of a silent scream. It can cause you to react in both positive and/or negative ways. I guess it depends on the sound of your own silent screams. whether you want to sooth it or feed it to your own screams for intensity and volume.
A silent scream is the deepest of emotions one can express. Yet it raises
Posted in Things That Makes Me Sick!
Hello old Friend
Can't say I'm happy to feel you again
For what do i owe this acquaintance
Did you need a recap
since your long slumber nap
and to stretch your tentacles daintily
Well, i was doing fine
at the top of my prime
Just living my life so saintly
Had new friends stay
but then quickly ran away
as your arrival did quite frightened 'em
So tell me old friend
why are your here
did envy and jealousy awaken you
Well, you can not stay
lest i pack you away
in the land of the lost and forgotten
But it's nice you've stopped by
to remind me you're alive
and to lock my doors more tightly
If i need you real soon
like at the phase of the new moon
Please don't come again
unless i invite you


Can't say I'm happy to feel you again
For what do i owe this acquaintance
Did you need a recap
since your long slumber nap
and to stretch your tentacles daintily
Well, i was doing fine
at the top of my prime
Just living my life so saintly
Had new friends stay
but then quickly ran away
as your arrival did quite frightened 'em
So tell me old friend
why are your here
did envy and jealousy awaken you
Well, you can not stay
lest i pack you away
in the land of the lost and forgotten
But it's nice you've stopped by
to remind me you're alive
and to lock my doors more tightly
If i need you real soon
like at the phase of the new moon
Please don't come again
unless i invite you


Posted in Things That Makes Me Sick!
It's the middle of the week day and I'm straddling the fence. I'm happy I've made it to this day, and sort of disappointed it aint friday yet.
so for these very mixed feelings, I've decided to make this day a tribune to the things that make me sick. In other words, I was feeling great until..........
I saw a million ants bunched up on the same crumb......
pigeons that flies and poops right in mid air.....
People who tries to skip you on a line and act like they didn't know.......
People who talk loudly on their cellphones in the middle of a crowded bus.....
Needing money on Wednesday when payday aint untl friday....
Standing in a crowded elevator and somebody passes gas......
People who say "don't tell nobody" then tell the very next person they see.....
People who invades my personal space knowing...
so for these very mixed feelings, I've decided to make this day a tribune to the things that make me sick. In other words, I was feeling great until..........
I saw a million ants bunched up on the same crumb......

pigeons that flies and poops right in mid air.....

People who tries to skip you on a line and act like they didn't know.......

People who talk loudly on their cellphones in the middle of a crowded bus.....

Needing money on Wednesday when payday aint untl friday....

Standing in a crowded elevator and somebody passes gas......

People who say "don't tell nobody" then tell the very next person they see.....

People who invades my personal space knowing...
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