If we look at our world and realize just how small it is in comparison to our everyday wants,needs and worries maybe just maybe we can see that we are more alike than not. Every little girl wants to be a Princess and most little boys have the trademark of their daddies or some other in-charge person they know-sic! However what they aspire to be has more to do with what their parents have presented into the lives of their children. The most important aspect would have to be is the contenance of the LOVE that's manifested and shown throughout their lives! How they are both loved and how they decipher and give love. Do they realize through parenting that thye should love each other and create relationships with people as opposed to not creating them? Do your little ones keep most of their abilities and attitudes that they have when they were young? And if not why not becaue we showed them how to be suspicious and to hate? Why do we even teach this strange emotion? is it indeed a defensive motive or do we give this to them as a type of keepsake handed down from generation to generation? What is it's use anyway? We start out so nicely cultivating qualities in our young to take on the world as they will know it not exactly as we have becaue of the frequent changing of the Guard! This is something that is-inevitable and nothing or noone can stop the ticking of the clock of 'Time" Just believe that we are not the only ones of this world that have to teach,collaborate and justify where we want our offspring to aspire to be and to what extent they will get to when they get there.We have to believe though as their proprietors that we are reverent in our misgivings and that if there are mistakes that they can be rectifiably done and to thine self be true! Teach them these attributes and their lives may not have been in vain for these are the ways of this world and perhaps the next-Who knows??

As I traveled through DC this morning 3/12/11 I came upon a man pushing his wordly possessions through the streets of DC on a Safeway cart and bundles of trash and discarded refuse and he said to me "Good Morning Ms". Not the routine do you have some change or can you spare a dime or quarter? He actually said a greeting quite a warm one if you ask me. I said my "good morning" to him also and he stated "Isn't there a parade on Constitution Ave. today? I replied "I can't say for sure but I think that there are festivities going on today". He then said "Well in that case I am happy because that will be my entertainment today!" The man (homeless individual) that he was lit up as if he were a diamond in my mind simply because of the statement he just made something so simple yet eloquent in its bearing the words that cascaded from between his lips were my entertainment not yours or anyone else Mine! He equated a day of celebration and parades to his enjoyment I thought that alone was a blessing to be able to still seek some type of enjoyment after everything else in ones life may be gone askew he still sought a way to alieviate the pain and grief that we all to quickly surrender too. For that statement alone my fine 'Sir' today I salute you for being my 'Hero', a person whom I may not ever see again but for one peaceful moment pulled the curtain of despair away from the window and gave me a glimpse of heaven and what it truly means to live unencumbered. 

Memories of a beautiful day in the park. To preserve and reminisce on those days that go off into the dusk all to soon!

if there was a faraway place that i could compare to this event it would have been me being Dorothy and wishing i was back home! Not in any weird or bad way but after the fun was over I just wanted to rest my feet and reflect upon the enthusiasm that was held here today. GLBT was at it's height in solidarity and freedom on the mall. people were definitely coming out as I saw doctor's, lawyers, professionals and just common folk of every ilk take up their pompoms and sashay away! The many causes that were here to promote was awe inspiring simply because the people cared enough to stand behind what they believed in and that's all it should be about don't cha think?

while lying here upon my bed thoughts of the night before wandered all through my head,if it were you what exactly would you do if the decision were absolutely essentially up to you? To take a life of someone you love so that the other will live how can I make a decision like this? She was heavenly,soft as a cloud of cotton,brown as the sun could tan one ever so gently~touching my lips to her skin was like the wing of an angel just as it was set to flight. There was much to do that night as the footsteps cradled by the light I shut the door as scared by the fright of the nature of man who came in as if he had a right..he took my child from me and walked toward the door to the night,quickly I leaped as if I was on a high score running to him to place myself between the child of my heart my hopes my dreams as he stepped away i didn't see the knife or it's sway but felt it's handle on my fingertips i slipped to draw it to him but it fell and the ink was everywhere but the story remains the same as I lay claim to the song that I wrote it became my child, my soul, my heart, my life he stole it that night as if he had the right what would you have done if it were you?

to quote from brother Diop- the meaning of belonging stems from the historical continuity and conscience thus engenders,this allows us a people to distinguish itself from a population whose elements by definition are foreign as the stars.The beauty of our singleness and plural natures along with our blackness is where I am coming from~my blackness sheds for me, the posterity of my ancestors,African slaves, moaning on the slaver ships longing to be back home in their own paradise not the ones forged by the oppressors..clinging to the shackles of a civilized European colonist nation..while I do inventory of my life fast forwarded the kaleidoscope has entered int my view..my own motivation aided by my new environment has been curtailed by the thrust of the society that i now claim as home~it is not a tangible thing but a felt memory and the fact remains that i have been molded again as if clay by the 'Big picture show', the powers that be the cycle that was set in motion the very moment we set foot upon there so-called civilized world.what I have seen in action is the subtle annihilation of a people that were proficient in who they were and what their contributions to the world were now it's all mumbled and jumbled to the status quo! a dream deferred is what we have become thanks to the sponsers who strive to make everything a carbon copy of their selves yet don't even want to stay who thy are the oxymoron of their own devices funny Ha! Ha! i think not -i am lost it seems in someone else dream-scape floundering trying to catch myself from falling! falling. nothing can keep me from believing in the reality of being myself and so very real I cry for the its memory posted and signed by ME!

If you stay true to self you'll learn to make lemonade out of 'Lemons'~

This picture is very real to me..it celebrates a freedom that art cannot portray in imitation. The old saying goes art imitates life. What can represent who you are better than you? No matter where we go we are always there. the women who cry there eyes out about finding good men and then realizing they had been chasing a dream are no less or more disappointed than women have been before. This is not a phenomena..Men it seems have changed for the worst and some females too, our expectations are either too high or not high enough and men have forgotten to love ,have and hold through sickness and in health. We have for gotten that it doesn't take a lot to get love when it's not forced by possessions,sex or other trinkets to coax,trick or force someone to care when the capacity is not there to begin with. I remember someone telling me years ago that you can't expect a rabbit to hang with wolves it will get eaten and then who's to blame for the mismatch? The same applies to people. We all want someone who is appealing ,has charisma and a job if applicable! But why would you let someone lead you down the path that has no potential or even the mind to work in a pie factory ,all they may have is the sex game down pat and then you are sprung,lock~stock and barrel to the point that he or she would rather die than to give up someone that wasn't real to begin with! AAHH the travails of growing up.. got to love the experience though! I hear all types of reports that the Back Man is almost extinct as far as capable and viable matches in the Black neighborhoods and in cities all over America. There is a predominant amount of young black men incarcerated who come home and don't know water from dirt when it comes to the art of wooing and loving a woman. That style has to be learned not played by the book your buddies told you to read but by the beat of your heart and the determination that comes with you being the man you were born to be the protector, the head of household,if at first your not then you obtain that status by doing those things that determine your capable and able. You don't rise to the occasion with the thought that you got it by the sex parts you get it by accomplishing those things that set you apart in your woman's heart. You have to be adamant about being there and like Denzel Washington says so eloquently when he fell in love with his wife it was as if she was the only woman on Earth and you have to be straight up about this not having her fight and go through drama because you want to sleep around with every woman with a big buttocks..Naw that ain't whats happening ~ This rap ain't all or nothing but if you listen to your heart instead of your head life may begin to look a little brighter and your journey may become a bit lighter because your finally learning what it takes to become a man , a leader someone who she will appreciate and perhaps follow..but without some of these traits all you will get is some problems and more drama something we all could do without,,,Just some words from an ole head whose been around for a minute and knows that it works if you work IT~~ Love and Peace .

While i sat in my bedroom boudoir after a shower i thought the most beautiful thought that the mind would allow,if there weren't tomorrow how and why could i follow you to the heart that is our home? the waters wash away the scent of dismay while the flowers bloom well into May bring forth the dawn of a new day..for us! If there weren't a next day could there be a tomorrow for us? pain that comes all to often as we bask on the beach and as we seek the cure that might erase the rain that streams as a river would on my face ..the place where dreams fly why did i let the string that bound us get away it was a silent wind that mistook the line for a slim twined reef that kept us adrift and far behind the others that sid 'he will go away just wait and see? i didn't want to see as they did so as i wash away the remnants of that day softly in my bath will the waters wash away the feel that you and i shared so long ago and i ask myself once again will there be a tomorrow for the both of us? I have loved and lost enough for the both of us why shouldn't we be allowed another time and another space to replace that which was lost and possibly can be found if we only become unbound and leap into the dream that found us there on the tomorrow waiting..waiting..waiting!