Friday, August 31, 2018

R-E-S- P- E- C- T

R-E- S- P- E- C- T
After you hear those words spelled out.
There was no doubt who you must be talking about.
MS. Aretha Franklin
 Queen of soul.
She let em all know.
A natural woman through and through and let the world know how you have to approach one.
She let her all her sisters know how to become one and no matter what they currently are now or have been in life that they were still a flower.
I could remember that brazen sultry voice slashing the airwaves with her truth.

Today her sound would be referred to as classic, AM gold, or an oldie but a goodie.
Hell. The sistah was just plain ole good.
She was that voice you needed to hear even if you didn't feel much like listening.

Her voice would penetrate and empower ones soul.
She gave so  much and asked for so little.
She was truly worthy of respect.
MS Aretha Franklin.

Thank you.

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HLH © 8/31/18

Dear adversity

Dear adversity,

I'm writting you just to say thank you.

Thank for all my struggles.

Thank you for knocking me down so many times.

Thank you for showing me all the people I can actually count on when times get hard.

Thank you for tapping me on my shoulders when I think I've turned a major corner.

Thank you for showing me just how much more work I have to do.

Thank you.

Thank you for all the obsticles in my path.

Thank you for this burdomsone load I have to bear all alone.

Thank you for applying more pressure on me when I feel I've reached my breaking point.

Thank you for endowing me with titanium skin.

Thank you for forcing me to look deep within.

Thank you for showing me that complaining changes nothing.
Thank you for every door that ever slammed shut in my face.
Thank  you for showing me just how unfair and cruel life can be.

Thank you for allowing me the opportunity to prove you wrong over and over again.

Thank you for letting me see you for what you truly are.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Without you I would not have the motivation to not allow my heart to harden.
I don't have the insatiable need to win, but because of you I now have the courage to fail.

Thank you adversity.

a poet.

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CR 08/31/18

Wednesday, August 1, 2018


 People ask me all the time why are you so quiet.
I never know quite how to answer them.
In this new generation we live in we give everything a clinical sounding name to describe something or someone.
Quiet people like me used to be described as weird.
Now people say introvert.
I guess I'm an introvert by todays standards.
I think I'm old fashioned in a sense, because my grandmother(god rest her soul) used to call quiet people mindful.
I think that's what's wrong today.
There are not enough mindful people in the world.
Before I open my mouth ( or type as it were) I'm mindful.
I'm mindful before I complain about going to work when there is someone out there in desperate need of a job.
I'm mindful about complaining about my day when there is some one some where drawing their last breath.
I'm mindful before I speak foul words when someone irritates me.( sometimes one or nine might slip) 
They might just want my attention that badly.
I try my best be mindful before calling a woman  out her name because of how she dresses or what type of man she's attracted to.(she may have been touched at an early age)
I'm mindful about calling someone stupid just because I don't understand their   logic.
One has to be mindful in these times we live in.
If people were more mindful we'd have more progress,  and less stress.
I'm not perfect by any means.
Sometimes I do go all the way off.
When I do though......I'm mindful about it.

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Martin Luther King had a dream.
He dreamed  that we would be able to sit down at the table of brotherhood and have a  big slice of equality. His dream has partially come into fruition.
We now have opportunities and privileges we were once denied of because of his dream.
We definitely are in a better place because he dared  to dream.
I have dream too.
I dream that black son's can live in world where they don't have to speak to their black fathers from a correctional facility pay phone.
I have a dream that we no longer need affirmative to get employment satisfaction.
I have a dream that one day we won't have to become entertainers or athletes to achieve the American dream.
I have a dream that one day we'll start teaching our little girls to become empowered women.
I have a dream that one day we'll start teaching our little boys to become righteous kings.
I have dream that we'll start loving our own culture before we make painful strides to understand other cultures.
I have a dream that we'll stop killing each other over dated notions of hood etiquette.
I have dream that we will be able to gather peacefully in public places without having public law officials being called on us.
I have a dream that one day we'll learn to be more tolerant of each other.
I have dream that one day the truth won't be deemed as preachy.
I have dream that one day we will become totally self -aware and self-reliant.
I have a dream that we will stop being so easily divided and distracted on the matters at hand.
I have a dream that one day we'll stop insulting each other on social media and start toasting and wishing each other well in all their endeavors .
It's a nice dream.
It sounds really good.
Pardon me if I drift off on you in mid-speech sometimes.
 I was probably just dreaming.

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