For the broken Hearted

You can’t do anything for a broken heart but to let it heal… however, you must be willing to let it heal… So often we dwell on so much and instead of healing we are only making things worse…  You can lose a lot when you have lost yourself…

We all deserve to be loved; we ALL deserve that happiness…

The Key...

Today is another day gone, another piece, another piece stripped away. More silence than talking but my heart still fills the same; it feels the same. There are little prickles of pain and a slight knot in my throat.  My heart feels the same though. Just like you start dying when you are born, I started dying when I  realized something was being torn. But my heart still fills the same; feels the same. Walking away into plain site. It wont be hard to find me, if you ever decided to fight for me. They say in time my heart wont fill the same; it wont feel the same but my heart still feels the same; it will fill the same.

I don't want to do over!

I have looked at a blank screen for days; day dreamed some daydreams for days… I have been thinking the same things for days and yet I haven’t been so compelled to write. How could I possibly be keeping secrets from the one who won’t judge me; My writing canvas as if I am afraid that she will actually have something to say.

Soul mates… "People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you'll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave. -Elizabeth Gilbert

When it comes to feelings, we always say, “I thought that was love but realized after, that it wasn’t.” How can we mistake it; how can we forget it, if we thought it to be true at some point? If one can stop loving then they have never loved at all. I have loved but I have never felt that I met my equal until I met my equal once. When I read what Elizabeth Gilbert said, I was like, “but why does your soul mate have to leave?” That’s the worst pain; I have felt the worst pain. Then I realized that if I met my equal once, I implied that my equal left or perhaps showed himself but I wasn’t quite ready. So I wonder, why does love have to be complicated and hard but yet so simple? Then if it is simple, is it really love if it’s so hard? In my case, it’s like my orgasm is at the tip and it just won’t come. This feels so damn good and it just won’t let me out. Why is this? Is it not real because truth be told it feels as real as the sun feels hot and the moon is the moon & the stars are beautiful.  It’s like the perfect pair of shoes but you don’t have the money; if you don’t have the money, then they were not meant for you or were they? Is there really such a thing in bad timing when it comes to love, if there is no time frame on when you can love someone?? Emotions seem to be so complex but I think the complexity is the debate between one knowing and one feeling. If someone asked me today, why do you love this person or what about them makes you feel like you are in love? I would simply say. I really don’t know I just know how I feel.  Let’s talk about deep. My energy exudes the feelings I have and yet they cannot be fully expressed or acknowledged; so is it real? They say you know when you know and people seem to always know until they really know.. I always knew until I met my equal once. Truth be told I don’t know anything but I do feel everything for this love that I have. I have been here before. Not like some dejavu type shit, just I have been here before. Like we grew old together, died together and started all over again because well, like I said, I don’t know anything but I feel everything and we have been here before. Thus the reason from day one I was protected, acknowledge and look at with such love and intent to care for me, hold me softly and never hurt me; to love me. The last thing on my mind was getting hurt because well, lets be honest, I was so blissfully caught up in the way that he looked at me. “Don’t look down,” he said often when I looked down because my eyes told my truths and my silence was loud and clear. Yet, I was still looking at these shoes in the glass window; these perfect pair of shoes that I haven’t bought but invested so much …… thought in… in the idea in my head of how perfect these shoes would fit. Lies I told myself; there is no such thing as perfect. This love though it’s as perfect as its gets, the feeling that is, It’s the feeling that keeps me happy, the situation that keeps sad and everything else in between that keeps me here and reality will set in soon. The reality of it all is its not mine to have.. Yet. I won’t wait on it though. What’s for me is what’s for me and I am grateful to know what it feels like to love someone as much as they love me. Unfortunately, I am tired and I don’t want a do over or to try again or to wait on the right one.. I met my equal once and if I can’t have my equal I don’t want anyone.

Paulo Coelho said “Don't think about what you've left behind. If what one finds is made of pure matter, it will never spoil. And one can always come back. If what you had found was only a moment of light, like the explosion of a star, you would find nothing on your return.”  Maktub (it is written).

My Wall falls slowly but is quickly built...

I learned to swim so that I wouldn't drown... Yet I realized that I could still drown if I got tired of swimming... So I learned to pay attention but realized that I could still get lost .. So I learned about direction but that doesn't mean I couldn't go off course.. So I learned to understand that there is always the on going solution to our hearts fears and our minds truths because we are constantly trying to protect ourselves.. I'm not perfect.. I'm still learning the lesson....

I've loved and I've lost

Its like a glass has shattered in an open field full of all types of flowers and there is water, and rain and a dark cloud so the sky is gloomy and I cant see without the sun. Its like I lost my eye sight, and the feeling in my hands but my arms scurry around searching. my legs are like jelly but my feet are moving me around just fine. I moving swiftly but quickly become aggravated. I take a break because well I think the alcohol will help but it only makes me cry and now I really cant see. My eyes and nose are puffy and red but I get back to it and move slowly.. I figured since I cant see I can use my hearing to guide me... there is a knot in my throat. Like Marco polo, I hear my heart beating that's Marco... I call out, I'm Polo  & I hear it, so I moved towards the sound of my heart beating and this goes on for hours, days, weeks months; 4 months and 5 days to be exact. That 5th day came and suddenly I heard my heart beating the loudest I reached down towards the beat and it suddenly stops.... FCK!!!! I have lost it; I have lost my heart... you would think that the numbness helps the pain but it has only made it worse....

I'm Black and I'm proud!

I wish I was more like you

Dear feelings,
I wish I could be more like you. Without doubt and sure that you belong where you have been placed. Without fear and just guided by the truth you embody. Feelings, I wish I could have the courage as you do.. To not think and just be because in the end a feeling can only be manifest in itself and never controlled.. Feelings, I adore you but envy you all at the same time because im sure that if I could grasp your concept I wouldn't feel like this :/... Or like this :( or do this :'( more than I do that :-D.... However, feeling I enjoy you either way... I wish I could be more like you though. I guess then I would have the courage to say I want to be selfishly involved and hopelessly in love.. I want to say fck what you think and have what you really want.. Come for who you really want and fck time.. There is no such thing as bad timing because time exist and it is in it rightful place at all times.. I could leave you feeling but I will only be running away something that will always be there.. I wish I was more like you.. Courages enough to demand that this feeling can be manifasted only if you let it but since you cant but really you won't.. I'll wait because like the feeling im not going anywhere; I cant...

Just for being you...

"When I need attention I tend to nag, I'm a host of imperfection & you see past all that, I'm a peasant by some standards but in your eyes I'm a Queen, you see potential in all my flaws and that's exactly what I mean..." 

Its funny because I am expressive like this and he is opposite but somehow can make me feel amazing ... I'm Simple.... I don't need a fancy restaurant as a date; Id rather my favorite place; Fridays or Logans with some good drinks.. I don't need to be taken to the Ballet.. Lets go watch a movie or walk on the beach... people spend so much time trying to impress me... Its not the things you have, its about the feeling you give me... I don't need a FB post (although its super cute); a random card or note will do... Or an I miss you just because you are you.... 

However, I digress, this is my way of saying Thank you for being you....

Be with someone who is proud of you!

I dream to keep you up, Your strengths and accomplishments do not go unnoticed & I only want whats best for you. I support you fully; I'm your biggest fan. I will always be there to pick you up when your down and I promise never kick while you're down or even while you are up... :p

I love I love I love...

I was in Love, Then I was in Love, & I loved & I loved until I realized what Love is and for all that I knew it could be, I was discouraged by what it had been & now that I have experienced how it should be, I can honestly say that I now am.. I love.. I love ... I love 

Love, 

Me. 

It cant be the color of my skin....

So I have been trying to figure out how to say this is a non-racist way but I guess I will probably piss some people off.


Often times I become upset wondering what it is that makes whites hate blacks so much. Please understand that I am referring to the racist whites of course. We are depicted as buffoons, animals, & aggressors but if I am correct whites are the ones that attack us. Truth be told, it’s not in our nature to be so aggressive. When we pray with others we pray together, when we protest it’s peacefully. Marin Luther King led us to that but so did Malcolm. We say that they were so opposite but they serves the same purpose. By any means necessary yes but in defense. Even his followers didn’t shoot first or become aggressive first; they stood there with guns. Intimidating yes but when you are attacked you respond. I was always taught to never hit anyone unless they hit me first. Makes you really think. They break our legs, then blame us for limping. ~Malcolm X … They fear their reflection so they reflect it upon us. ~ Alexis Cutsumbis

Now that I have come to this conclusion, I wonder how we as blacks learn how to stick together

Its all Love...

This morning, I was able to confidently give advice. I mean I always do & I have been a counselor for many but this topic is a topic I know now for sure. Its nice to know that there are people as supportive, willing & caring around you. I know that in order to know what Good is you have to have experience the Bad. Even more than that, you have to experience the bad plenty to appreciate the small things. The Good!! Someone said to me this morning. "but he is a provider financially and the sex is good" but that isn't shit if he doesn't treat you right. People don't understand the concept of that. I lost an amazing manager last night and when I described the difference between him and the 3 I have at my full time job.. I explained the importance of how you treat someone. I get paid nothing at my second job, especially compared to my full time job but I will always work for my manager #2 for nothing because of the way he treats me. I'm loyal because he is loyal to me. I am loyal to my partner because he is so loyal to me. I would rather be Happy with nothing than miserable with something... Happiness is priceless; its a lot. I'm put in my place for being so caring to people who don't even deserve my thoughts but it's love that makes the world go around; I'm telling you. being considered, being wanted, being appreciated, being listened to and ect, it goes a long way. It makes you feel better; makes you do more.. so much that, what you didn't have will suddenly fall into place. I don't have much but besides me loving me & being happy with me; he makes me feel like I have so much. Its really nice & I was told that I am not expressive enough and hear I am thinking my biggest issue was I was too expressive. But fuck it; I'm Happy and it is what it is... I want to share my smiles and my laughs... I'm grateful to know what this feels like. I was told last night that my fear is my ego and My ego is not me because Alexis is caring and loving and doesn't fear anything. I had to really think about that...,,, Dont let your ego get the best of you; it has gotten a hold of me in the past and I lost out, fckd up and was blinded by alot because of my fear and this control I needed. Be happy..be positive and I know now from experience that everything will be better.. everything will make sense... everything is all love.. 

This Woman..

I am a lover of live instruments, melodies flowing & sounds colliding to make one easy stream of music so sweet to the ear; soft to the touch. I love flowers, colorful and bright.. Cute insects & lady bugs are my favorite. They describe me perfectly; sophisticated, bold & beautiful but gentle and quiet all at the same time. I hide behind armor strong to the core because I am weak in the idea of Love.. Imagining what it can be or feel like but my imagination is only created for these dreams I dream; the ones that may never come true. So why not shield the hope; hopeful not to get hurt. I used to live to be a mother, a good wife and provider for my family; live to comfort others. What about me.. forgot about me... now I live for myself, to be me.. almost selfishly. I'm feisty, witty and sometimes a blond. I laugh a lot  & cry equally as much but hiding that weakness has been my strength. I don't like to feel vulnerable and out of control. When I seem as if I am being complicated .. I really am.. I'm indecisive & when I don't stay busy all I do is think...I don't read as much as I should but lately I feel impelled to. I am happy, Sad, I sometimes disappoint myself but at the end of this list not yet finished I only know of one woman & I am all she can be.. Love my flaws because I'm far from flawless. Tell me I am beautiful even though I already know; it matters. if you cant write, send me lyrics to a song to express how you feel. Tell me you love me even though your actions speak louder than words & you can take it back after but i'll know its real... I don't want to be who you want me to be; I will only be me... this is me & you wont have to second guess that.

Stop thinking and just be...

"All you have to do is pay attention;Lessons always arrive when you are ready, and if you can read the signs, you will learn everything you need to know in order to take the next step." Paulo Coelho-The Zahir

Slow Cooking..

Foundation: Noun: The lowest load-bearing part of a building, typically below ground level;  A body or ground on which other parts rest or are overlaid.

… Building a foundation for anything is the most crucial part of building a masterpiece; something strong and stable that even the strongest wind cannot break.  Palm trees are in the south because they are strong enough to survive even in hurricanes. I wonder how perfect a foundation can be; is there such a thing? When building you take your time depending on the vision, depending on the feeling and the quality of the materials. I can compare it to slow cooking. When you slow cook, you are allowing all the juices and ingredients to manifest into this mouthwatering dish. It can make you cry if you are not careful.  Once your foundation is complete and you are sure that you are ready for the project then you can add on; even with that you should take your time to create. I want to slow cook in your presence, experience the manifestation of this creation; the foundation that is being built. Fast food makes me sick; it’s not needed nor is it wanted. I can see the vision, I understand the concept and I can look forward to the add on... Happy Friday!

Something Simple

Something as simple as a smile; something as simple as a thought... I'm simply happy with our ideas... with us..

It has been bought to my attention that I have not blogged in a while; he keeps me on my toes... and its as simple as that... this is for you and I have realized that this blog has been a dedication to this feeling that I have been suffering so painfully happy like because its just that simple. You mean more to me than even I know and when i say I am miserable I am.. But to be miserable with you is better than to be miserable without you and normally I would have counted the days its going to take for us to let go but I'm just going with it but never losing sight of the fact that eventually this will end but just enjoying the smiles, the laughter, the thought that a feeling such as this could be true but obviously not in its truest form.. that's why I guess we believe love is for suckers and the shit really doesn't exist. Not saying I am in Love although I have used this word loosely in the past week or so.. I guess I just care that much and if only I can see these thoughts manifest in his mind without him saying a word I would be more secure.. but maybe I wont; truth be told this is a fallacy in my reality that keeps me smiling, heart still pumping and taking everyday with this sour ass grain of salt... Complicated maybe but its really as simple as this... its as simple as us..

Just because it is Thursday!

I talk so much …. But guess what? I don’t really care … so there! Its 4:10p & who knows what I am thinking. My mind is all over the place as usual, filled with daydreams of him, thoughts of the universe and random foolery in between. I think I love the position I am in… I’m working towards me and when I finally accomplish my goals I know love will follow; I will meet my equal again. Back to, I talk too much…. I believe the person I am meant to be with is the one person who can have no clue about what I’m talking about but listen to my nonsense and ramble of the things that I am most interested in just because they think it’s cute that I’m so excited about everything. I believe love is for suckers and sometimes I don’t mind being a sucker but most times I’m good on that… love exist but a lasting love; yea right! I want it though. I will always say this, life is funny; cracks jokes all damn day but I’m grateful to have a good laugh everyday; You Only Live Once right?? Today is an ok day…lol

I met my equal once...

Life is funny.... and when it cracks jokes, I guess I have no choice but to laugh. Not a simple haha laugh but a healthy laugh... Laugh so hard your chest hurts but in my particular case my heart hurts. I know I said I was ready to feel like this...you know the fuck it because I can feel you feeling... or that so what if everyone knows... how in like I am, you know the unwillingly willingness to submit and commit for no damn reason. I mean of course in my case there is plenty reason; I met my equal once. The other half of my dollar & glow to my light. I used to be really innocent when I was younger.. a yes girl, let people that I thought cared about me run over me...I loved hard.. In love with the idea of being in love but over the years I have become a loner but very loyal to my friends. I used to care what people thought of me but I am my own person now and no one's opinion matters... I beat myself up for not being as successful as I could be and working hard but not hard enough... I keep a lot of my feelings inside and deal with everyone else's... I feel like I can handle my own shit and if you can give me yours so you don't have to carry it I will take that too. I'm like that with people I love. You know when it all comes down to it Love is like Math: it surrounds you at all times, its everywhere and in ever thing. Love is life. So I talk about it a lot because it pertains to all that I do.You are included in that; its terrifying... I met my equal once...

She wrote it for me & I can dig it!!!

So, there’s this girl...

the kinda girl that before you know her you may walk past her, but once you get to know her she’s the only one you see

like in the movies when two people eyes meet... from across the room

the girl that makes the bravest of them fold up

with the hair on your limbs erect and butterflies in your stomach

the fear of rejection never leaves your mind and that uncomfortable, hot, blushing sensation flows throughout your body

yea… that girl

there’s this girl...

about 5'6 with growing locs as her mane and her legs match her perfection especially once she slides them into heels

"beautiful black women, I bet that bitch look better red" but its not her bright skin that attracts me. it her confidence and poise distracts me

that’s probably why I’m up at 6am writing this poem for her while she sleeps

there’s this girl ...

whose smile lights up a room and whose laughter is medication

and I’m no smoker but separating everyone else from her as if they were useless seeds to roll this blunt and take this hit. fuck passin that shit cuz I’m tryna get high

there’s this girl ....

who articulates her thoughts and reaches for her dreams

in the process of making all of her goals become realities

"I want to fuck the shit out of her aspirations" like wale

going so deep she feels it in her throat and she chokes on these words because she said she wants to fall in love with a poet

and here’s her poem.

and I’m her poet, but i also want to be her lover, best friend, her rock, and her right hand

there’s this girl...

every time I think about her i always feel a rush

there’s this girl...

that no one seems to know and poets seem to write about because she only exists in their dreams

and that girl

is my crush

~AFW

But Grandma....

It is said that there is no time limit on what you know… you know when you know right? The last few weeks of my life has been filled with laughs & cries, smiles and frowns, ups and downs and plenty of worry…it’s a bit much, but I’m still smiling. I will soon be 27yo and I am unsure of where my life will head. Positive of my goal but unsure as to how I will reach it. As if I am not already an indecisive person, the one woman I can always call on to guide and pray for me, my heart, my life, has left me & now I am lost. The upside though is that all of this is forcing me to make decisions and “tighten up”…. A lot of people around me have found their niche and have been successful in reaching their goals and then there is me… ha... a lot of reason why I am single… I don’t want anyone taking care of me or visa versa; I want a partner. I really don’t know what I am trying to express today but there is something… I guess for every bad thing a good thing comes. My good thing I believe I have to take with a grain of salt… but there is definitely a good thing there…  When I would call my granny, I never had to tell her anything. She would just start talking to me about whatever I was thinking or doing… She knew me like that; she knew everything... My Angel… But Grandma what do I do now?

Rest in Peace… 5-15-1938 to 05-12-2012

The weirdest thing is happening...

I have been listening to my music and anyone who has ever read my post before I started blogging knows that music makes my mind roam. Music and Cooking is my center. With that being said it feels good to smile... its a big secret right now just because that's all I am doing is smiling but in my imagination I'm doing so much more. I guess it makes me sound crazy but I am far from that... its like seeing the perfect everything in a window and the doors are locked for life... but I can feel it's for me... but I enjoy smiling and I am not complaining at all..

I can see clearly now that the Rain is Gone...

(Sings) “I can see clearly now that the rain is gone.”

As I watched my only negative walk out the front door

Blinded by the love that never was

Bigotry

You see, I always negate the obvious

That obviously I was a fool

Hopeful that I would be treated like a Queen

Because after all I am a Queen and you never did deserve me

All the while lying to myself like you

Like you were worthy

Of my trust

Making excuses for your lies that I knew were lies

Excuses for your cries

When I knew damn well they were lies

(Sings)”I can see clearly now that the rain is gone”

So there is no point in dwelling

Dwelling on the fact that I wasted so much time

Proving to you that I was worthy for you

When all the while there was nothing to prove

Worth more than what your mouth said

More than what your spirit spread

Instead

I was left with pain and grief

Almost regretting you

But I didn’t

I learned from you

I’m stronger because of you

I am grateful for you

I have opened my eyes because of you

(Sings) “I can see clearly now that the rain is gone”

After all I am not perfect

The one thing you did best was point out my flaws

And that’s fine

Because I needed that

Needed to be fed that

To determine the lies and the truths

About myself

I’m stronger because of you

Stronger because of that

I can see myself clearly now

I can feel my heart clearly now

(Sings) “I can see clearly now that the rain is gone

I can see all obstacles in my way Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind It's gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright) Sun-Shiny day”

What was I thinking... ??

What was I thinking.. ??? What was I thinking? I hold on so much; what was I thinking? I thought that if I made excuses then the lies weren’t true.. I thought that I was done.. I thought that I was through.. What was I thinking??  Minding my own business and out of the blue, there was you! What was I thinking, thinking that my dream had come true… I wasn’t thinking & it seems that love can do that to you!

This Morning I thought.....

Took a shower; got ready for work… walked the dog; got in my car. The smell of a gloomy wet night surprisingly made me think randomly. Slipped a CD in the disk changer; checked my mirrors…seat belt on and started driving. Random thoughts colliding trying to slip out completely…. I thought… what if I fell in Love with a poet?

Would our hearts relate verbally? Artistically seeking the redemption of the Love, feeling and greeting each other spirits emotionally..I wanted Love; someone to love me not only physically but deeply. Deeply touring my thoughts and we connected phonetically in pieces…Pieces that lasted life times beyond me & began connecting lifetimes before me. We touched never but touched frequently. Through our quest to conjointly intertwine our thoughts freely I want to fall in love with a poet….

I backed in, put my car in park and walked into the building

Clocked in & turned on my computer …

The smile on my face expressed everything that I have been longing, wishing and hoping for.. Words that created similes and metaphors of my desires that deeply protrude through my chest.. The hidden lines that creased so deeply and have suddenly become visible to the touch.. The feel me when you’re feeling me.. Make love to me while loving me… fck me without fckn me…

Received my first call & starting working

……I want to fall in love with a poet 

I love her....

When I think of the woman that I would love to be compared to... it would be this woman.. She is very private but with such bold statements. You look at her and you can either Love or Hate her; nothing in between. As a daughter to an Icon, she represents herself perfectly. You can tell that she is a real woman, fashionable, natural..very open and free... You can tell just by looking at her... She is Beautiful to me... !!

Umm Mary.....??!

Lets talk about this coonery... For one, did you see her shake when she interrupted & asked what was in the snack wrap!!!! I replayed that 100 times... "crispy chicken, fresh lettuce, 3 cheeses.... Lets stop there..now did you see how she formed her fingers like a chicken and put up two fingers instead of 3..Right... For one, She is black woman singing about crispy chicken.. Mary Baby, the 2milion was a trap boo..

This is really sad that we are going this route again.... Mary looked like a fool and it was offensive, oh but I laughed, I laughed from a healthy place... White people? I know you were probably jammin' and didn't see anything wrong, I  know.. But we laughed because it was all wrong....  Oh but i laughed from a healthy place..that commercial ... Oh Mary.. "when you think you are having a bad day, Poor little tink tink, poor little tink tink"

My fustration...

All day I was thinking about my blog, Beyonce' faking her pregnancy and Chris Brown and Rhianna getting together... Not to mention thinking for the 100th time, I really need a seamstress, a book of sketches just sitting here..... But i guess I am supposed to be discussing my frustration...  I thought it would be easy to start my blog.... there is so much I want to put on here... So I am sitting here listening to Pandora, tad bit zutted, & just.... staring at the screen... Like WTF, I have a brother, mother and father who are fluent in computer knowledge. You would think I knew a little;Nope! I got nothing but I will eventually... :) Peace & blessing!!

Enough about me; tell about your day.....

The Revolution will surely be televised...

I was listening to the Tom Joyner Morning Show this morning while I was driving to work. Ummm, they were reading the news and there were 2 new stories dealing with this whole black white issue; this race issue! I cant remember the stories verbatim & when I do I will post the links but I was listening. And all of the sudden, the only sound you heard were voices. If you paid attention like I did you could hear them speaking in anger and disgust.  They were speaking proper English but you could hear the curse words; this went on for about 7 minutes straight. Before I knew it I felt anger; I was nervous & almost scared. Not scared in a sense of being scared of someone, but who wants to live to fight literally everyday because of the color of their skin? I started to have flashbacks of a time I have never experienced; segregation.

I said to myself, damn, as much as I am trying to ignore the fact that I am just a person who does not have to deal with this race issue, I do. I am actually on guard!! What the fuck? Then I thought ok, I can be murdered by someone because I am black right? But my mother is white & what if this becomes worse where no one feels safe and everyone feels threatened?? What it some blacks feel the need to be as ignorant as some of these whites; my MOTHER is WHITE. I have never been afraid of anything in my life. I am in fear of what is to come.  I am born to a white mother and a black father and I am torn between not only my race but my ethnic background. There are people like antidarkskin, who are on twitter bashing blacks & calling us niggers for what??? 

When slavery was present, Willie Lynch wrote a letter on how to help slave owners control their slaves… One of the rules were to separate us by complexion, age and sex.. I believe… the idea was to make us not trust each other, turn against each other based of all of the above. If you look at this in year 2012; we still separate ourselves based on all of the above including class. We judge each other; we kill each other. The idea that some of us still have a slave mentality after all of these years is concerning; why because we ALL need to take care of each other… times seem to be changing for the worse; I am in FEAR… we have a second chance to accomplish and approach today’s issues better than the ones who lead us in the civil rights movement in the 60's. Black people love the skin you are in; understand that the revolution will surely be televised… We are strong, we are educated and we are beautiful; DO Not let anyone tare us down…

http://www.itsabouttimebpp.com/bpp_books/pdf/the_willie_lynch_letter_the_making_of_a_slave!.pdf I advised that you read this and understand how we will NOT allow this to happen again…get familiar and pay attention… we are programmed to be ignorant and hate ourselves for a reason…  there is a power in black that cannot be controlled once the power has been exposed.!! Pay attention black people; wake up!

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The Eye of Horus was believed to have healing and protective power, and it was used as a protective amulet. It was also used as a notation of measurement, particularly for measuring the ingredients in medicines and pigments. The symbol was divided into six parts, representing the shattering of Horus´ eye into six pieces. Each piece was associated with one of the six senses and a specific fraction.