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Are Black Women Always so angry? hmmm...Truth, Excuse or Something Else

We're a beautiful mess, but if you open your mind and eyes and truly look, you'll see how our kinky hair, our luscious lips, our voluptuous asses, our beautiful shades of brown skin, and how our intelligence, love, commitment, sacrifice, patience, and blood, sweat and tears helped shape this beautiful world in which we live.  So how can we be so angry when we love you so much? Is perception really the Truth, an Excuse or Something else? Share your comments, then purchase my book and get educated - cause when you smile, the whole world dances.

Dear Life

Dear Life, I have no regrets.  As a matter of fact, when was the last time that I said, I love you? Thank your for all of the experiences - The lessons learned made me wise; the 'failures' made me strong; the women made me the woman that I am; the men made me smile; the laughter of children made me dream; the sun made me shine. Thank you, life, for educating me about consequences; for introducing me to frequencies that have elevated my soul - helping me to rise up and manifest my here and now, to live in the moment, to walk with gratitude on my right and spirit on my left. I love you, life.

Feelings - Denial of the Heart

Who's been here before.  Resisting love as if we can control the natural hormonal influx followed by the fight between the heart and the desire to win, only to be stuck in between yourself.   Check out this poem I wrote during a 10 round fight between myself.  I won....or did I? Denial of the Heart Can you blame me for giving into his touch? His hands are like mmmm, and his lips - too much. Cant give into the temptation, its not good for my heart. When I first met him, it was strictly for art. Don't want to love him, I don't have the time. Dude you need a girlfriend, cause you'll never be mine! No, I'm not your lady and you're not my man - I can fight this feelings, believe me I can! If you really love me, you'll help me resist - I need to forget that I've ever been kissed! Next time you see me, it's back to business. Don't want you, don't need you,  and, yes, my hearts a huge mess.