The month dedicated to Black History was designed to educate the future of their past. It services as a tool to enlighten them about the very soil they have been planted in, to blossom; encouraging them to plant more seeds once they have bloomed. Every story builds a heritage paved with heroics. Whether it was marching to prevent from being trampled, or refusing to stand to take a back seat. It has been a journey, but there’s still ground to cover
, and more places to discover. The pen hasn’t run out of ink, so the story will continue to be written!!!! AB (AmazinglyBrash)
Don’t want to be sorry but feel sorry for yourself. Playing the victim but don’t follow the instructions to being saved. Absorbing the attention like a sponge; squeezing your self-inflicted pain in anyone’s ears that would listen. Claiming nobody can walk in your shoe; refusing to accept a new pair. How long are those tears going to run down your cheek before you realize it can be replaced with a smile? How long are your tall tales going to become shorter solutions? Being difficult to seem interesting, but people are losing interest, and seeing you’re a product of your pain. You haven’t survived because you aren’t living. You had choices but you chose not to choose. You had an escape but you locked yourself in. The milk was spilled, but you allowed it to spoil and stink up the house; when you could have cleaned it up the second it hit the floor. Now, you’re looking for a crew whom can relate instead of a group that refuses to base their relationship on past pain (but future joy). People that wouldn’t feel sorry for you but will teach you how to live a life you don’t have to apologizes for. Climb the mountain or you are destiny to be crushed by the debris from those actually climbing. Come join everyone progressing when you’re ready to be progressive!!!!
I close my eyes every night and thank God for the life I have. I am wealthy in love and poor in pain. I spend most of my day smiling. I don’t have a lot, but all I can see is that I have so much. My mind and my heart work together and I don’t ever sit when I can stand. I don’t hate when I can love, and, I don’t fear when I can live. We wake up every day and feel we have an idea of who we are, but during the day we find out who we truly are with all the challenges in our paths. Work to maintain who you say you are in the morning if it’s positive. If it’s negative, work to prove yourself wrong. Don’t fold under the pressure. Embrace it and smile because a day not enjoyed is a day lost!!!!
I don’t want to know her; not because we are a different race, but because I lack the desire to run the risk of going outside “my box”, only motivated by the fact that I don’t want to admit I have become what I despise. When I look at her I am angry because I know the only reason she wouldn’t give me a chance is because I am not her race! I label her choice “racism” and mine “preference”. She is no where near my type, but I am attracted to proving that she is wrong about me; I am attached to being proof my race is worthy of hers. Not once did I think she has dated men in my race, and is just not attracted to me. Hahahaha the vanity; that thought just makes me believe if she did, “he” wasn’t like me, a street savvy dude from Harlem who’s poverty stricken and battle tested. Instead, he was a middle class uncle tom cat that shared her values and views. Were did race go? now, I’m talking about cultural and economic factors. It isn’t me, it’s her adding to my attraction by having me lost in translation! I don’t like any thing about her face, body type, definitely not complication! Damn, could I really be attracted to her face, body type, and complication because I am on a train with so many people that fit her description, and she stood out. It has to be placement! Yep yep, She happened to be in the right place to catch my attention. Oh, I had to look past a few to key in on her. I refuse to admit it, but I have no choice. I am too insecure to pursue her beauty, so I turned her into a beast! I hate myself.
It pains me your eyes are retaining water; you should be quenched with natural pleasures. The life you live has been designed for a purpose. Resigning isn’t your destiny; you can’t surrender to negative forces, though we all must retire. Don’t give in because you’re tired; take a few extra steps, allowing them to see that you’re the best even at your worst. Refrain from lashing out because they crave any attention they can weave into affection. I know, you feel so vulnerable, but your skin is so thick it’s impenetrable. Let them keep throwing jabs; it takes less energy to block them than to throw one back. I understand when turning the cheek, the other will get bruised, but I am not asking you not to fight back. I am teaching when and how to fight back. Studying your opponent gives you the ability to pass every test. I want you to write in ink until you have perfected what you want to relay. Why get caught in a tussle, when you can flex your greatest muscle. I see the forecast seems to always call for rain but it’s about to dial sunshine!!!!
He said, she said, who said what…. We can pretend to look the other way, but we have ears on both sides. We could leave the room, but word of mouth travel s faster than any human’s ability to walk. So we sit and listen….sucked in by every syllable, swallowed by each word; digesting the controversy, but half of it is lost in the toilet. By the time you burp it back up there’s just a scent of what was actually ingested. Gossip is a story half told, a truth that has been embellished, or vengeance from the opinion of an emotion. It’s the soap opera of life and it’s the reason why soap operas have life. We watch and talk about everyone’s life to entertain ours; lacking the compassion to be passionate; the more tears, the more to talk about; the more fighting, the healthier the feed-back. We’re drawn to hate being dramatized, playing the critics and adding what we would or wouldn’t have done; suffocated by all the information, smothered by all the pain, but revived by the idea that it will continue. Word of mouth is good, but not when it takes words out of others mouths. We gossip because we have nothing better to do; we gossip because we want to feel better than you!!!!
When did we stop looking for true love and giving into one night stands that promise improvements? which never happen! When did we stop going after what we want in a mate; instead of commit to people with a good heart or potential, but no passion or romantic love, just the safe bet? When did our rules change because we have been so battered and bruised that we become the batterers and bruisers? When did life become so short that we are willing to settle for less just to have companionship? When are we going to start interviewing prospects, but not hire until they are what we want and reflect what we are worth? When are we going to stop holding on to the past of who he or she was and start seeing who he or she is? Bottom line is, if you have a person that you never want to close your eyes around and can’t wait to wake up as soon as your lids shut; a person that you start to find everything you hate in others cute in them; a person that you look in their eyes and see forever; and hearing their heart beat assures you that your dream has come true; hold on to it! If you don’t have it in your life, stop what you have been doing and start stalking true love!!!!