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Finding Answers

Ok, while shaving my legs, this thought came to me. THERE IS A BLACK CULTURE, BUT WHAT HAS BEEN HAPPENING AND ALWAYS HAVE, IS THAT THE BLACK CULTURE HAVE BEEN SUFFERING FROM A MENTAL STATE OF MANIC DEPRESSION, A BIPOLAR STATE, IF YOU WILL. BECAUSE OF THIS CONDITION THE BLACK CULTURE HAS NOT BEEN ABLE […]

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Which Mental State is Greater?

Sitting here thinking and my mind wonders… so what pop into my mind was this ..Moses did see the promise land, but he never step foot into the promised land. This fact never diminished his importance… the second :.. that two type of water (fresh and salt) can not come from the same source.. However […]

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What Is My Name

WHAT IS MY NAME? That is not my name. What is my name? Well, I tell you. They call me Janet simple enough, but it does not feel right on my tongue. My name feels like it is in my throat fighting to be pronounced- to be heard, to be seen, to fly and swirl […]

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Justification of Hate

Justification of hate is a disease that runs rampant through the heart of all mankind. It is our greatest separator, yet our common denominator. It is what keeps us from fully obtaining our rightful image of which we were designed. . On behalf of mankind, I would like to apologize to God for our short […]

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My Fatherless Sons

my fatherless sons, my biggest fear is not being able to teach you the full definition of manhood. My fatherless sons, your examples of manhood have been: pimps, drug dealers, and gangster preachers that tongues are forked. My fatherless sons, no one knows more than me the embrassment of the breadlines and your friend deaths […]

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Dead Eyes Don’t Cry

Dead eyes don’t cry..yet still see.. The lies, excuses, alibis… denial determination… lips turned up into a smile ..half witted grin…. heart empty in open space it hides…erected stance… Chin, horizon paralleled ….hair quaffed, gel well not a strand astray… Convented stilettos glide…well seasoned grace. What’s that bytch name?

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