LadyRedRose7's Blog

Christmas is a joyous time for most, but for me & a few others, it's only a joke. Little children with with dreams of all kinds of toys, trying to be good little girls & boys. For it's someone's special birthday that we all seem to forget because our minds are filled with what will I get. With greed for oneself & envy of others. So have a Merry Christmas & do not forget, that without Jesus Christ, you wouldn't be able to wish for something that you might get... WHY DO SOME PEOPLE WANT THEIR CHILDREN TO LEARN NOT TO LIE, BUT RAISE THEM UP ON LIES? LIKE THERE REALLY IS A SANTA CLAUSE, EASTER BUNNY, TOOTH FAIRY & SUCH? WHY IS IT OK TO TELL LIES IN ONE WAY & NOT ANOTHER? TO ME, A LIE IS STILL A LIE. WHAT DO YOU THINK? PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT & LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK?

A very unsuttle wake-up call. Howlling winds that whip the trees, and bring strong men to their knees. Icey rains from all around, whip about and soak the ground. Little children with fear in their eyes, from the strange and scary sounds. Telephone poles and electric lines being ripped straight from the ground, makes you wonder where you are bound... If this was the end...have you atonded for your sins? For this was not a normal call...this was God's wake-up call.....

Fear of the unknown scares you, but staying as a slave of your master scares you to death. Sneaking away in the middle of the night with only the river and stars as your guide, hoping for a chance at freedom... Knowing they'll soon send dogs to chase you down like their next meal. Your pulse races and your thirst is unimaginable but you must go on because to live as you were, is not living at all. You have dreams of freedom, where you can make your own choices. Work for decent pay, a wife, children and maybe even learn to read, so you could teach your children, someday. But, then you stop and you hear the hounds in the distance. You run until you can't go on anymore. So, you climb up in an old oak tree hoping that the dogs can't tear into your flesh. Then, they are there, barking and clawing at the trunk of the tree. Your master and his neighbors are there now with hatered in their eyes. You fight as they drag you down to the ground, where they kick and beat you till you can't move. They spit in your face as they put the noose around your neck, but you know it is not the end, it is now your only chance at freedom... Wishing you had someone elses shoes that you could walk in...

Midnight moonlight shinning upon your face, reflecting all the pain of a shattered race. Ebony skin, deep dark eyes and thick black hair: all physical reminders of who you are... but it's what's behind your eyes and the lines of expression on your face, that tell a story of a struggling race. And, no matter when the hurt was done, the pain could never be out run. But, in your smile I see... something that no one could ever take from thee... A since of pride strong and true, in a race that's pure, through and through...

STANDING HALF DRESSED AND SHACKLED IN CHAINS. MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS STANDING IN SHAME, HOPING THEIR NEXT MASTER WOULDN'T BEAT THEM WITH HIS CANE. BABIES BEING RIPPED AND SOLD FROM THEIR MOTHER'S ARMS, HUSBANDS AND WIVES BEING SEPPERATED FOR THE REST OF THEIR LIVES KNOWING THEY WILL ONLY BE REUNITED WHEN THEY DIE. THIS IS ONLY A LITTLE OF WHAT HAPPENED TO OUR PEOPLE---BUT IT HAS NOT STOPPED, BLACK ON BLACK CRIME IS ON EVERY BLOCK. HOW COULD YOU HURT A SISTER OR BROTHER? FOR ALL YOU KNOW THAT PERSON'S ANSESTOR COULD HAVE BEEN YOUR GREAT GREAT GRANDMOTHER. ALL OUR BLOOD RUNS IN EACH OTHERS VAINS. STOP THIS VIOLANCE, IT'S JUST INSANE!!!

MANY YEARS AND MUCH PAIN, I CAN'T ESCAPE THIS WORLD OF SHAME. HIDDEN SECRETS DEEP WITHIN, A LONELY HEART FULL OF SIN. HAD I LISTENED TO WHAT YOU SAID, I WOULDN'T BE LYING IN THIS BED. SHAMED OF ALL THE HURT I CAUSED, NOW I'M GOING TO END IT ALL...THE TIME HAS COME FOR ME TO GO, TO LET THE PAIN AND SORROW FLOW...

If eyes are the windows to the soul, look into my eyes and tell me what you see. Do you see a soul without it's other half or do you see the pain of a broken heart? Maybe you see yourself reflected in my eyes, does that mean that you're the other half of my soul or the cause of my broken heart?

It seems as if my life is still...like a painting of fruit on a wall, beautiful but not real. The pain I feel has numbed me inside, shut down my organs as if I had died. No one knows what's inside of me. All they see is the beauty of me. If they knew, they would run in fear from all the hate my heart has smeared... Like blood upon the walls, my tears fall gently to the floor, because in my heart, love lives here no more...