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05/09/2009 23:50:53

Always admiring your page.  Happy Mother's day to you..I pray you enjoy your day..stay blessed..you and yours..one love...With much respect!

05/08/2009 11:48:55

God Bless you, and yours. I love you. Be Well, and Be Faithful/Peace. Just stopping by to check on your wellbeing...

05/04/2009 21:37:38

Thank you so much!!!!

05/02/2009 00:31:50

04/22/2009 22:45:26
04/22/2009 08:55:52

Hey there Sister. God Bless you, and yours. Just thought that I would stop by, and show the Sister some love...I loved your piece..."Death Of A Black Woman". It was an awesome write. The truths were on point. The message itself was incredible...I also saw/felt the hope in your art. In extoling the virtues iof the Black woman, I hope that you haven't given up on the Black man...There still are some who fully understand the importance of their ebony heritage...Child abuse, homelessness, addiction, prison...I went through all of these things...But, now..."A Stir Of Echoes From Versese Past"@Xlibris.com bookstore...You arwe loved, and respected Sister...Be Well, and Be Faithful/Peace

04/10/2009 03:54:29

Thank you so much...I smile everytime I come to your page..It's so beautil and Romantic like...I almost forgot how to be that.  hehehe,,,but your page helps me to remember....and yes,,,I'm still a lil lost in here but slowly learning...stay blessed..you and yours one love

04/09/2009 16:59:29

hi there..love your page

04/08/2009 23:15:29

DEATH OF A BLACK WOMAN!

While struggling with the reality of being a human instead of a myth,
the strong black woman passed away. Medical sources say she died of
natural causes, but those who knew her know

She died from being silent when she should have been screaming, smiling
when she should have been raging, from being sick and not wanting
anyone to know because her pain might inconvenience them.

She died from an overdose of other people clinging to her when she didn't even have energy for herself.

She died from loving men who didn' t love themselves and could only offer her a crippled reflection.

She died from raising children alone.

She died from the lies her grandmother told her mother and her mother told her about life, men & racism..

She died from being sexually abused as a child and having to take that
truth everywhere she went every day of her life, exchanging the
humiliation for guilt and back again.

She died from asphyxiation, coughing up blood from secrets she kept
trying to burn away instead of allowing herself the kind of nervous
breakdown she was entitled to, but only white girls could afford.

She died from being responsible, because she was the last rung on the ladder and there was no one under her she could dump on.

The strong black woman is dead.

She died from being a mother at 15 and a grandmother at 30 and an ancestor at 45.

She died from being dragged down and sat upon by un-evolved women posing as sisters and friends.

She died from tolerating Mr. Pitiful, just to have a man around the house.

She died from sacrificing herself for everybody and everything when
what she really wanted to do was be a singer, a dancer, or some
magnificent other

She died from lies of omission because she didn't want to bring the black man down.

She died from tributes from her counterparts who should have been
matching her efforts instead of showering her with dead words and empty
songs.

She died from myths that would not allow her to show weakness without being chastised by the lazy and hazy..

She died from hiding her real feelings until they became hard and
bitter enough to invade her womb and breasts like angry tumors.

She died from always lifting something from heavy boxes to refrigerators all by herself.

The strong black woman is dead.

She died from never being enough of what men wanted, or being too much for the men she wanted.

She died from being too black and died again for not being black enough.

She died from being misinformed about her mind, her body & the extent of her royal capabilities.

She died from knees pressed too close together because respect was never part of the foreplay that was being shoved at her.

She died from loneliness in birthing rooms and aloneness in abortion centers.

She died in bathrooms with her veins busting open with self-hatred and neglect.

And sometimes when she refused to die, when she just refused to give in
she was killed by the lethal images of blonde hair, blue eyes and flat
butts, being rejected by the O.J.'s, the Quincy's, the Cuba 's, &
the Kobe 's.

Sometimes, she was stomped to death by racism & sexism, executed by
hi-tech ignorance while she carried the family in her belly, the
community on her head, and the race on her back!

The strong black woman is dead!



Or is she?

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