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his eyes were the first to betray the calm demeanor he was trying to convince her he possessed.his eyes.seemed like the devil himself had slithered beneath the rain-soaked cement, slipped into the soles of his $500 Prada shoes, inhabited his body, and now rested, quietly demented in his eyes.those eyes told her feet to move. she couldn't though. she didn't.she was frozen. stood still as if a

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"i can do bad all by myself.""i don't need a man, please.""i'm focusing on ME right now, men are distractions."if you are a Black Woman, more than likely you've heard these phrases said by a sister, friend, cousin, or your very own voice vibrating confidently over seemingly convinced vocal chords, at some point in time.and while i'm not saying these can't be true adages sometimes, i'm finding it

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...by this little girl.Isabella Redford is seven.when she was five, her mother told her about twin girls in Haiti who'd been orphaned when their mother died giving birth to them. she wanted to help.she started drawing cards and selling them at garage sales. this turned into her cards being distributed by the Global Orphan Project, and she used those profits to build an orphanage in Haiti.she's

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sometime in 2008...her: hello?him: what it do, pimpin?her: is this...?him: yep. surprised?her: actually... yes. how are you?him: i'm, good. been thinking about some things.her: things like what?him: *deep sigh* ... you.-stunned pause-her: wow. okay...him: *deep breath* yeah, i know it's unexpected for me to call out of the blue like this. but you never returned my email, so ... knowing you, i

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- "i want you to touch me. thoroughly. firmly. aggressively. sexually. gently ... just once. i want to know how your fingerprints feel on my soul's epidermis. just let go and ... touch me. who knows what dreams may come ... true."- there seems to be recent uprise in celibacy among the womenfolk i know, both in "real" life and online. hmm. article? i've been without manfolkness for some time now,

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you come home from a long hard day at work and can think of nothing but relaxing with a glass of wine and a few classic oldies on the mp3.checking your messages on the way home, you smile as your honey's voice wafts through your earpiece, telling you that their plane lands in a few hours and they absolutely can't wait to see you. you plan on lighting some candles and giving them a nice welcome

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so i work with a creative writing program for 3rd to 6th graders, and 7th-12th graders. this poem was written by one of the brightest young men i know, Justin, on his 15th birthday five days ago.So often I think about what my life will become.Will I be a victim to the same poisons that made a home on the lipsAnd then assaulted the minds of my brothers?I wonder, how will I survive?No guiding light

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please.don't say those wordsgazing at me with that look in your eye ...the look that whispers to my backthoughts,the look that lets me know we need to talk.please.don't say those words ...the words that turn maybes into certaintiesand friends into boosthis heart of mine, it's been torn. abused.misused.and therefore very capable of ensnaring youin tangles of past due debtsnot owed by you.so

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traveling on those roadsi found yousitting quietly yet stronglyunassuming.saw the stare you tried to pretend wasn't happeninglaughed at the way you stole glances atthe back side of mesmiled at the way you admiredthe front.i sat. we talked for a few hourslaughter eruptedseveral details lateri left.no information exchanged.but i'll always remembertraveling those roadsand finding you.

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your insecurities are disconcerting.knowing you for this short while has made it obvious that therein lacks a confidence in your ability to please a woman wholly in any way. in your ability to know what is appropriate and what is not, when making an attempt to court a Woman.yes, a Woman.not the uncertain and inexperienced girl you so obviously have mistaken this Woman for. the young face does

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NOTE: book will be out January of 2010, God and Publishing House willing. :-) it is not by any means a 'hood' book, but of course, being that most of the characters are African American, i tried to encompass many aspects of the wide spectrum of lifestyles and struggles, joys and pains, that we live each day. thanks for reading!-PROLOGUE-Jasiri Running. I am running for my life. Pavement

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i've always been one of those women who wanted my own. my own financial security and the ability to buy ridiculous amounts of shoes if i want, my own home to walk around stark naked in, my own thriving career.having a man to be there to provide and protect is something beyond valuable, but having a man there to be your sole provider of all things money can buy, i just don't agree with.to each

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it's funny how the slightest whisper of death can make you reconsider the whole matrix that has become your life up until this point.you suddenly think about that one that got away. the one who is away. the one you never got. or the one whose name dances across your heart, but you dare not mention for fear that it would be too real.you think about the people who will miss you. the people who you

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there are certain things that just shouldn't happen.a rebirth of the Jheri curl, another Brangelina brown-baby adoption, bright, shiny silk shirts being what's up again, and losing sight of yourself when you get involved with someone.i understand he's a dreamboat. so handsome, superintelligent and funny that you just can't help but love him. you hang on his every word, smile when he smiles, laugh

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when it was there...we weren't.we remained distant thoughtsalthough somehow connected ...we never didfitthe puzzle piecesinto placealways on some...'oh he's cool but i don't know' type ishsome'yeah she's flyy but i'm not ready' type tripdidn't know how soonit would be lostopportunities such as theseonly knock oncebut remember there is nolove lostno crushing of spiritsno bruising of feelingsjust

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let me put my arms around you, this was meannnnt to beand i'm oh so glad i found youneed you evvvverydaygotta have your love around mebaby alllllways staycause i can't go back to living without youuuuu.

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there will always be someone or something that is not necessarily within your reach. as life would have it, that's usually the thing or person whom you want the most. the time-tested theory that we generally want what we can't have, has been proven over and over again throughout the years of human nature. the challenge of pursing and finally realizing a goal, the rush you feel when you've

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for me to take my arse home. for.really. lol.* how cool am i for taking that ^^ pic?* i am officially over traveling for a while. although i'm sure when i get home to the still-well-in-winter Michigan, i'll be singing a different tune.* a big FAIL (thanks KB. lol) to the one who said if i spent as much 'energy' (wtf?) doing 'real' writing as i do twittering and texting, i'd be a 'real' writer.

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i dance to his melody.alone in this dark room...grooving to his tune.he hums harmoniously...sings softly to places usually overlookedthe crook in my elbowback of my knee...he sings,quietly...yet i hear him insurround. sound.i dance.he plays. sings. hums.strums my stringshits my notesglides across my keysmakes me dance to his rhythm...conducts a symphonywithin my spirit...his tune.his tune.his

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what's up peoples? how it beez?well... i know i've been a pretty bad blogger as of late, but that's only because life has been smacking me around with some pretty interesting surprises. thankfully, most of them have been good surprises.and well... i've been traveling quite frequently. and in my recent travels i've noticed some things about how people treat Flight Attendants. (as a former

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we all have shortcomings in life. we all fall short of the ideal person we want to be in our heads when everyone is watching. the question is how often do you fall short and how short do you fall?in our daily doings, there will always be an opportunity for us to heal or hurt a situation. no matter how small or big, i believe we are given obstacles or situations that test our moral codes and

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I want to love you like I have never been brokenHeart split open early before it was time to blossomI want to forget every ache and doubtSeek out the beauty in just being with youPeel back the scourged skin and let my spirit be nakedIt’s more beautiful that wayStanding before you with nothing but my truthPerfectly transparent so that you never have to wonderJust read all my needs and desires in

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27.wow.i guess i should be thankful that i've made it to 27 with full viability, all my senses, limbs, and size 5 figure. lol.and i am.i guess i should be thankful for the Love of family and friends.and i most certainly am.this is only the first few hours of my 27th year and i've already received great news regarding my career path. i should be rejoicing.and i am. i really am.i've received one of

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he reached out to me and grabbed the only thing he'd ever known since he'd started this journey. my love.he wanted to bask inside, feel me on the inside of his being.i dared him to travel those roads.dared him to dart inside and brave the uncharted territories. dared him to make me love. to make me feel the undying beat his heart resonated throughout his core when he stared into my eyes.i wanted

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"i can't do this sh*t!""boy, what did i tell you about using that word?""can't should never be in a man's vocabulary.""and why not?""cause when you say can't you ain't a man."this is one of my favorite parts in one of my favorite movies, Love & Basketball. why? because i like to see black men giving their sons advice about manhood.lately i've been a little concerned about our future generation of

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