Let's harness these words And use their powers
To direct enLIGHTenment Into our coming hours
To move the barriers Our enemy has set up
To add nourishment To our empty cup
As a hand up To our fallen kin
Open the doors Let prosperity in
We re just an idea away From success
Alien thinking Is supporting the mess
That has us trapped With no way to move on
Enemy thinking Has us on the run We've got to change
Use our natural mind Free ourselves From Satan and his kind
If we keep on In the same losin vein
The Butt kickin we ll get Will be the same
If we keep on doing what we're doing
we're going to keep on getting what we re getting
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OLD AGE IS A GIFT

Old Age, I decided, is a gift..
written by Marcie Simpson of North Carolina

I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt.
And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother!), but I don't agonize over those things for long.

I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself.
I've become my own friend.

I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant..

I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging. Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 am and sleep until noon ?

I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love .
I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.

Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car?
But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong.

So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it)

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UNSPOKEN QUESTIONS OF THE OTHER WOMAN

Unspoken Questions of The Other Woman
by Linda Maria Knight

If I died tonight . . . would you even cry?
Would you remember me & the fact that I loved you while you didn't love me? &
Never asked why?
Would you finally acknowledge me after death, and admit I was your lover and
friend?
Or would you continue to keep my existence in your life a secret to the end?
What if I was in the hospital on my death bed, calling your name?
Would you come to me knowing that just hearing your voice would ease the
pain?
Risk the chance that one of your affairs got exposed & back to your wife?
Or felt you had to be there for someone who loved you unconditionally, your last
attempt to do something right?
What if you hurt me so bad that I just folded up & couldn't take it?
Killed my spirit, as I still respected the promise of silence----would you break it?
Would you acknowledge the fact that I never wanted to hurt another sister?
I've been there, that was never part of the plan
As I remain wet with desire, body on fire aching for someone else's man
What if I died while pleasing you as you ram your dick down my throat?
This shit sounds raw, but would you feel remorse and step up to the plate?
Sisters' this shit ain't no joke!
What if? Would you? Could you? Girl there's too many questions never asked
It's always the popular, attractive, legendary sister that gets kicked in the ass!
So to all my sisters' who are "wife-in-laws, mistresses & personal freaks" we
already know the answers to the questions you've just read
Caught up with a brother with a significant other, shit after he takes a shower &
drops us off or leaves us to clean up---we might as well be dead!
It took me seven days to write these words for my "Ride or Die" sistas.
Yeah somewhere there's an exceptional brother ready to stand up & honor the
fact I / we satisfied his crave
Even though I'm writing for ALL my sistas, y'all gotta know my silent partner
better recognize! Cause I would have no problem reaching out and touching his
ass from the grave!
(c) Linda Maria Knight 2003


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