0007777 Laughter is God's way of healing a troubled world...Don't you think? - Jul 12, 2009 add/view comments (1)

God created you from his own image...Never should you allow others to dismiss your accomplishments and contributions to the world.......Medical Science has been keeping a big secret from you and her name is Henrietta Lacks....No women on earth other than this black woman could have done what she did for medical research..Every advancement in Polio, Cancer, Viruses, Vitro Fertilization, Cloning, Gene Mapping, DNA, come thru the study of He-La-cells........Code name for a woman born Henrietta Lacks who died at age 30 of cancer in 1959, her code name is known thru out the world but the world was never to find out that she was a black woman, partly because she is a black woman and genetically speaking she is superior to all women, her cells were taken without permission from her family after a doctor noticed some unusual and down right astounding things going on after looking at her cells under a microscope not only would her cells live outside her body but they would not die or age...The normal human cell has 46 chromosomes but she had 82, and her DNA could repilcate indefinitely...They even took her cells into space on the first six flights just to see what would happen...These super cell can only come from a black woman thats not a racist statment it's just a medical fact that is back by medical science.......Henrietta Lacks is someone you should never forget..

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I keep telling myself the older I get the more blessed I am.I stay focused on doing as well as I can in the here and now, the past is a ghost, the future is a dream, and all I really have is now....So why are you ladies wasting my time with meaningless conversation! You can't leave cause your heart is there, you can't stay cause you've been somewhere else...And it's not the pychotic wanna be fire startin, tire slashin, phone tappin (b-word) women I'm talkin too..And I could see your point if I was the kind of man that would give you reason to become one of those (b-word) women but I'm not..The women I'm searching for is someone truly special, a friend, a lover, someone that can stimulate my intellect as well as my body like a Coco or a Komora..I want to scream and meditate on her name, I wanna be that one to bring her joy, I wanna be that one you never ever hav to fear or doubt...But you can't hear me and I ain't no love poet! I wish I was the one that you long to be near, I wish that I could find the words that your body and soul need to hear..No I ain't never been no pimp, though I could spit verse after verse about how I could lick your inner thighs and if the truth be known I could even suck them dry! But thats better kept between you and me, personally I keep my sh## behind closed doors... Look I know you think that there ain't no good men left just "leftovers"..Did you hear about the president's new program called "Leave no man left behind"..But you can't hear me and I ain't no love poet...

Look I understand that you've been hurt once or twice and you don't want to feel the pain that love sometimes brings...And if God would help me to open your heart I could and I would bring you closer than close, I could make you sweat and leave your panties wet with lyrics that say somthing 'other" than will you sit on my face and when you place your beautiful sweet essences between my parted lips, between the thick of my tongue...What is that sh##.. I'm talkin a spiritual love your heart in beat with mine, somthin we can both feel is real...But you can't hear me and I ain't no love poet...

I need somethin more so whats wrong with love? And not just that sweetheart, baby, boo, girl, honey dip, I wanna lick your toes and drink your bath water sh##.. I'm talken bout some real love...If you got my back I got your back. I ride with you, you ride with me. I cry with you, even fight for you, hell! I will even die for you.. And all you got to do is keep it real, hold me down, be sprung on this proud but lovable 6'0 220 pound black man.....But you can't hear me and I ain't no love poet..

I wont neglect you, I can work this thang and love you simultanously.But you can't hear me and I ain't no love poet. Just understand that there is no romance without finance, gas bill, light bill, need love too..Look I know that I ain't no love poet and I didn't write this poem so I could get closer to your panty line..It's just that I got some real sh## on my mind and before I can mentally grind you from behind I got to get out on these nuts and grind out a 9 to 5...It's about more than love its about creating something to live for....For the kids...For you and me...But its also a spiritual thang, when its just you and me were laying between the sheets....You know the way I work, with just the right tools and I hit them corners from side to side........Well! Everybody don't need to hear this part and thats why........I Ain't No Love Poet!!!

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