February
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)
You’re A Woman
You’re a woman I have to ask permission to kiss, only because you’re the type of woman a man has to be permitted to love. The way you treat everyone shows me how great you will treat someone. I have followed you with my eyes so long that I can’t see myself with anyone else. I can’t stand “no”, but I can’t sit here wondering if you’ll say yes. I want us to mate our souls, cuddle in our conception, and give birth to our love. If we weren’t born on this Earth to be together, why am I so sure that we belong? Would God truly torment me with this emotion just to see someone else experience it?Not the God I have grown to worship; not the power that made this type of emotion possible. We are two, designed to be one! My imagination didn’t create this; it’s real enough to touch, see, smell, hold, and taste. Better yet, its’ real enough to desire!!!!
Forgiveness
When we see someone in pain, it’s natural to be angry at the source of that pain. Our first response is to dry up the tears and plant a smile. Do we ever think that they did something so heinous that they should drown in their tears? Do we ever stop to consider that our comfort is meant for the person on the other end of those tears? People commit the largest act of disloyalty and shed tears not because they are ready to make amends, but because “they” lost someone loyal in the process. Read more 
Depleted to Renew
My heart is buried so deep in depression, it has me feeling oppressed. Losing someone that holds your future is hard, but making them your past is even harder. We waltzed around forever; so many times we ended up back where we started. She refused to fight for us, and I got fed up with fighting her so we can be an us. The picture of my wife had her in the frame, but the idea of my life had thoughts of a more confident and self-assured woman. Our plan was to date until she understood her worth, but she started using my sense of worth to minimize feeling worthy. My heart fell, but my principles wouldnt allow me to stay down. Now, I am broken, putting all the pieces back together; assessing all the wrong turns I made that prevented me from reaching my destination. I missed her the minute the door closed; now, I have to wait for one to open. I cant help but to hope she walks through, but it seems we are through. The reality of that reality forces me to be realistic and turn to my faith. The higher power won’t shorten my circuits without building a stronger version of me, allowing the electricity to pass through so I can let down my guards and be weak again. That person will dig my heart out and lead me to happiness!!!!
Reflecting on Sandy
We take so much for granted….these are the times that we realize how the small pieces make us whole. Stocking up on water and bread, hoping to have light and heat, but most of all we started to reflect on the people in our lives. We are not thinking about whom we are going to meet; we’re just hoping everybody we know survives the storm. Are you alone? I hope not because that would say a lot about the company you keep. Nobody should have to weather this moment alone, but if you are, you should rethink your approach to life.
The storm is picking up and we had a couple of days to prepare for the second we lose everything we believe we are granted. Just took a hot shower, eat some spaghetti, and now watching TV with the people I love. My family and friends are texting to make sure I am alive and well. I am texting them back to assure them I am. The wind is picking up; rain is falling like it was dumped out the sky. I am eighteen flights up so I have no fear of flooding but I do consider those on the first floor. I Hope they are well….we are witnessing a crisis. A time of need; all we want is tomorrow. We are praying for the end so we can begin again!!!!
So Sorry
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!!!!
Giving Birth To Optimism
Sitting at night, listening to the beating of the heart makes it clear. Go through life dancing to that tune! Live pure and keep the music loud and strong. Go after your dreams today; don’t wait until tomorrow. Survive on love and feed the next generation with hope; though tomorrow is never promised, live for progression. The world can be cruel and harsh, but we can shape that same world to be caring and kind. Tears don’t have to translate to pain, and heartache doesn’t have to be the end. The way we internalize concepts will decide our vision, audio, smell, touch, and taste! Think back and remember that you have had bad days before, yet you still found time to smile. Create the perception of heaven. When you’re happy, live in it; and when you’re sad, help a stranger. When you’re angry, hug someone. You’re taking control back by understanding what you feel and doing something about it. Build a legacy that’s stands the test of time!!!!
