Let me tell you a little about myself. I am a woman who enjoys life in all of it`s facets. I`m currently pursuing a Bachelors Degree in Hospitality & Tourism Management in Mexico. I enjoy reading, scuba diving, socialising and praising my Lord...The best of battles are won on our knees. Thanks for stopping by. Dont be a stranger..
"The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing" Edmund Burke...one of my favorite quotes.
"There is so much bad in the best of us and so much good in the worst of us that it doesn't behoove any of us to talk about the rest of us."
BEAUTIFUL BLACK MAN
The truth of the matter is
There is nothing more beautiful
than a black man
Whether five-two or six-seven
Yellow fabulous or chocolate heaven,
There is nothing more beautiful than a Black man.
Long and lean
with deep brown eyes
Big and cuddley
with thick strong thighs
There is nothing more beautiful
than a black man
Bald head, cornrows or a fade
A little thick, thin
Oh the choices to be made
There is nothing more beautiful than a black man
Scholarly or not
Wall street or hip hop
I`ll sing praises
To the mountain top.
Head of the home
Provider and lover
Obedient son and loving brother
There is nothing more beautiful
than a black man.
I like my men like my coffee...strong and black
WHEN I SAY I'M A CHRISTIAN
When I say ..."I am a Christian," I'm not shouting "I am saved" I'm whispering "I was lost!" That is why I chose this way."
When I say..."I am a Christian," I don't speak of this with pride. I am confessing that I stumble and need someone to be my guide.
When I say..."I am a Christian," I'm not trying to be strong. I am professing that I'm weak and pray for strength to carry on.
When I say..."I am a Christian," I'm not bragging of success. I am admitting I have failed and cannot ever pay the debt.
When I say..."I am a Christian," I'm not claiming to be perfect, My flaws are too visible but God believes I'm worth it.
When I say..."I am a Christian," I still feel the sting of pain. I have my share of heartaches which is why I seek His name.
When I say..."I am a Christian," I do not wish to judge. I have no authority I only know I'm loved.
Carol S. Wimmer
TO ALL MY NUBIAN
SISTERS
A good woman is proud
She respects herself and others
She is aware of who she is
She neither seeks definition from the person she is with
nor does she expect them to read her mind.
She is quite capable of articulating her needs.
A good woman is hopeful
She is strong enough to make all her dreams come true
She knows love, therefore she gives love
She recognises that her love has great value and must be reciprocated
If her love is taken for granted, it soon disappears
A good woman has a dash of inspiration and a dabble of endurance
She knows that she will at times have to inspire others to reach the potential God gave them
A good woman knows her past, understands her present and forges towards the future
A good woman knows God
She knows that with God the world is her playground, but without God she will be played with
A good woman does not live in fear of the future because of her past
Instead she understands that her life experiences are merely lessons meant to bring her closer to self knowledge and
unconditional self-love.
I have learnt that I love being black...I love the soft look of my skin, it's smoothness, the beautiful tone. My strong black features....and my strength something that I inherited from a long line of strong black men and women. I love being a sensual Nubian Goddess, with rhythm in her waist and a glide in her walk...I bask in the glory of being an African Empress....
STILL I RISE
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, likedust, I`ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
`Cause I walk like I`ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I`ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shouldersfalling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don`t you take it awful hard
`Cause I laugh like I`ve got gold mines
Diggin` in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I`ll rise.
Does mysexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I`ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of thehuts of history`s shame
I rise
Up from a past that`s rooted in pain
I rise
I`m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that`s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
