Cruel WOrld

Cruel WOrld

This is for the women who died a cruel death
For women stoned alive
This is for the women who where inflicted with pain as humanity stood aside and watched
No one will know your pain of the first stone thrown
Meeting your flesh and bone sending shivers of pain you missed a heart beat but didn't die at the first stone over and over they picked up different sizes and threw them 
And you received each blow with quivering lips praying to Gods and Godesses
They threw stones and rocks at you
As though you had no name or 
No record of living eating breathing amongst the living
This is for the women who the worlds injustice was inflicted on you
For the days of old till the now
This is for the women who where made victims and found guilty 
For being a woman and stoned as common thief,thieves who they themselves will never know your pain
I salute your bravery
Standing before murderess
Waiting for the first stone

Forgetting sages saying who that hath no sin throw the first stone
For excepting death like a lost lover fire rekindled
I salute your spirits 
today I met you and wish your names where in our mouths so as to remember your bravery
And repeat your name to our Dawtas 
To remind them that at times the world will make choices for you
And your life becomes a price 
Won by stones.
Leading to heavy hearts.....

Zulu Queen

A MOTHER'S FURY...NO MORE MY SUN

Sons of the Earth
The cruelty of this land will make you sick
Will drive you to the point of madness and back
So black son
Black man
Stand firm be strong to rise and take your rightful place
No more shall our suns be gunned down like game
No more shall our sons be imprisoned
Dehumanized
Humiliated and groomed to a wild beast
No more shall our sons carry the burdens of yesterday
To be found guilty today and have not committed a crime...yet...or never still
No more shall we as black mothers raise second class citizens
Of men who know not where there are from or going
For we are reminded if you know not who you are or whence you came you are twice defeated
No more shall we as black fathers allow our sons to be disgraced
Let not our suns see the hole of a gun barrel
Let not our sounds hear the slamming of prison bars deafening the ear drum
Let not our sons feel the pain of batons and and kicks of steel boots
Let not our sons be lead into temptation for Jails and prisons are designed to break human beings, to convert the population into specimens in a zoo - obedient to our keepers, but dangerous to each other.
But to be men of Integrity
Men of truth
Men of love
To be men who who shake the core of existence like lion protecting the pride
To be men who teach and show their sons and sons sons that
it is God they see in the mirror
and I their mother will just like a lioness kill a lion for my cub
I will slash my wrists if my speech speaks not the truth and protect my child my children
that'show serious this is let us speak the truth to our sons and
save their souls from the burden of our ancestors
this is for my son!

THOUGHTS ON EDUCATING/EMPOWERING THROUGH KNOWLEDGE...

 Going through my face book home page right I see some of my friends world wide are annoyed/irritated/impatient with those that did not know Maya Angelou ( so they think or assume) but are posting her quotes etc.

I recognise the element they coming from yet with the same breathe can we not feel irie that they at least empowered themselves enough to Google her quotes read through them and found something relevant to them they found something they relate to.

Can we not give credit to them for empowering themselves and who are we to sit on the sit of judgement of others to say they being fake..they might be fake but they empowered themselves becos they now know something they didnt know..

love is patient very patient and so to you who knows everyone and everything be patient with those who are still learning, funny thing about life though tomorrow you might be the one who doesn't know.

Art is for sharing the creativity that flows through our veins is for those who have not tasted the beauty of knowing so we show them through our writing,poetry,song,instrument playing,painting etc..we are not worshippers nor follows nor do we want to be worshipped....and in no way should those seeking light in any form, be it knowing an artist they didnt know or liking a song that others where listening to 5 years ago people should not be frowned upon or be judged for seeking and knowing something new to them but general to others.

people should not be made to feel bad or uncomfortable in their own skin for wanting to know something that others in their own circles dont know...these reactions are a revelation of how we limit ourselves the world is big so big! the amount of people we haven't yet met! the amount of countries and islands we haven't seen and heard of! So again who are we to judge those that want to expand beyond daily limitations and social norms...

so what if I like Kings of Leon and Eryika Badu who says I cant.I cannot look upon a beloved dead woman's perspective but based on her work I assume with no falter that she herself was a world citizen and because of this she is against the boxing and limiting ideals of what life is or should be but embraces and embodies self love, self respect that leads to human love acceptance and patience to those who may not necessary be on the same page as you are,so you arouse compassion and understanding, that you where once that young in spirit but followed still the will to be.ease up on judgement and criticism.

At the end of the day we are all seeking even women like Maya Angelou but what sets her apart
 is faith that love will rule supreme and exercised this in her daily life and how she viewed those around her and her experience in life.

MAYA ANGELOU April 4, 1928 – May 28, 2014

Maya Angelou one of the women I have dreamt to meet ever since I read her poem phenominal woman almost 17 years ago,even though we have never met her personally her work connected us,as a poet to me her truth is my truth,she has inspired me continuously in my life and has helped me through her work on my journey to knowing self and my God and also self love as a young black woman with big dreams,and to own and hear my own voice.

The beauty that gives me goose bumps is that she lived in this earth in my time that to me is as exciting as the prospect of being alive in the times of Hariet Tubman or Amy Garvy or Queen Yasantwaa ( ok I will calm down),but my point is credit should always be given where it is due,she lived an exemplaey life and her wisdom was drawn from the well of her lifes experiance no other richer well.She touches my soul the way she percieved life and she left so quitly for all has been said even at deaths bed she is graceful. 

Not to say she never had her own personal ups and downs but she had the ability to understand where she is and what was needed to be done to move forward,not dwelling on the negative I respect that.she is a graceful wise woman,so godly and has the right words  for all human spiritual and mental illnesses to heal mankind and nature by and through knowing yourself and the God you worship,to find peace,to learn,to be honest and to love,to me she is the Bob Marley of books.
We are blessed.

21 salutes for the Queen mother for healing the soul
21 salutes for the Warrior mother knew when to pick her battles

 Maya Angelou 

 Born Marguerite Ann Johnson; April 4, 1928 – May 28, 2014) was an African-American author and poet. She published seven autobiographies, three books of essays, and several books of poetry, and is credited with a list of plays, movies, and television shows spanning more than fifty years. She received dozens of awards and over thirty honorary doctoral degrees. Angelou is best known for her series of seven autobiographies, which focus on her childhood and early adult experiences. The first, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings (1969), tells of her life up to the age of seventeen, and brought her international recognition and acclaim.

She became a poet and writer after a series of occupations as a young adult, including fry cook, prostitute, night-club dancer and performer, cast-member of the opera Porgy and Bess, coordinator for the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, and journalist in Egypt and Ghana during the days of decolonization. She was an actor, writer, director, and producer of plays, movies, and public television programs. Since 1982, she taught at Wake Forest University in Winston-Salem, North Carolina, where she held the first lifetime Reynolds Professorship of American Studies. She was active in theCivil Rights movement, and worked with Martin Luther King, Jr. and Malcolm X. Since the 1990s she made around eighty appearances a year on the lecture circuit, something she continued into her eighties. In 1993, Angelou recited her poem "On the Pulse of Morning" at President Bill Clinton's inauguration, the first poet to make an inaugural recitation since Robert Frost at John F. Kennedy's inauguration in 1961.

With the publication of I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, Angelou publicly discussed aspects of her personal life. She was respected as a spokesperson of black people and women, and her works have been considered a defense of black culture. Attempts have been made to ban her books from some US libraries, but her works are widely used in schools and universities worldwide. Angelou's major works have been labeled as autobiographical fiction, but many critics have characterized them as autobiographies. She made a deliberate attempt to challenge the common structure of the autobiography by critiquing, changing, and expanding the genre. Her books center on themes such as racism, identity, family, and travel. Angelou is best known for her autobiographies, but she was also an established poet

PHENOMENAL WOMAN

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me. 

Still I Rise

Maya Angelou, 1928 - 2014

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, 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?
Shoulders falling 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 backyard.

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 my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts 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
I rise
I rise.

PUTTING OTHERS FIRST EVEN IF IT KILLS YOU

          Everyone wants a big piece of me putting others first even if it kills you!!

                                             

Mother Docras also known as Thabita in Hebrew, was a woman of strength who loved Jah and did his will, constantly giving and making lovely garments, but she leaned on her own strength till she died, but it was not her time to die so Peter brought her back to life.

Jah does not want us to be making too many withdrawals and not enough deposits leaving us feeling bankrupt empty discourage and exhausted.

You must know where you are physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually. Know your limits so you can overcome them.

A woman who is weary and pressed feels she just exists in a waste of days ending up losing joy of life and her days are blend and less praise. she loses her perspective of things and loses sense of doing anything well, she doesn’t feel like she is succeeding no matter what she does and has no purpose for anything she is doing tosses her gentleness, life becomes a sense of frustration and obstacles to be overcome a hardness develops in her heart and her jaw becomes set. She becomes anxious and becomes her own worst enemy her biggest the inner me and becomes vulnerable to the attacks of evil spirits.

Know your weaknesses so to guard them till they become your strength because the enemy will attack you.

DO NOT GO BEYOND YOUR ABILITY AND STRENGTH. You cannot save the entire world in one day, do not strive to go beyond your strength and ability given to you by Jah, be wise to heed the signals Jah gives you. Know your strength and ability and gifts those things that you naturally do, because the enemy does also attack your strength.  the enemy attacks those who are progressing  and living the word of Jah bearing fruits of their works and speak out. let us not get weary while doing good but to maintain a good heart .

Learn to focus on your strength focus on the vision Jah has called you to pursue.

Audit your priorities there is a time for friends but don’t confuse them for greater priorities of your life set realistic expectations for yourself, know what you can do and how much you can do.

Audit the ministry to yourself, true ministry begins with self you cannot feed others if you have no food, why? Because you cannot give what you don’t have that includes time, energy and creativity, what you think and believe about yourself will determine what you believe about others. If you cannot drink from your own well of life then you cannot help others, celebrate yourself recognize your own accomplishments only then will you celebrate others ,recognize how far they have come and applaud their accomplishments.

You cannot be all things to all people you cannot be Jah to another person.

Audit your own motivations; for giving beyond normal human limitations and reason for your behavior, take responsibility for managing your own life manage your time so many hours in the day how can I best use them to pursue the priorities I have set for myself.

Manage your creativity and energy don’t blame others take responsibility for your own healing start mastering what is mastering you, know your limitations, learn to say no and enough, learn to live a balanced life don’t give what you don’t have. Allow yourself to be taught so you can teach. Jah wants you to be effective in each situation he places you in not to just to merely exist, we must learn to audit manage and develop right habits and balance our lives.

Women are weary therefore are birthing seeds that are weary, everything is within the spirit

Allow your spirit to be restored,to arise means stand up, bring forward, to arise is to come into your being, to become powerful to come into wholeness Jah has for you Audit your life so you can move into your Jah given destiny

Like Mother Docras arise for it is not yet your time to give up.

BREAKING OF THE AFRICAN WOMAN

                       RESTORING THE WOMBNIVERSE

below is works of Willy Lynche:

“Take the female and run a series of tests on her to see if she will submit to your desires willingly. Test her in every way, because she is the most important factor for good economics. If she shows any sign of resistance in submitting completely to your will, do not hesitate to use the bullwhip on her to extract that last bit of [b----] out of her. Take care not to kill her, for in doing so, you spoil good economics. When in complete submission, she will train her off springs in the early years to submit to labor when they become of age. Understanding is the best thing. 

Therefore, we shall go deeper into this area of the subject matter concerning what we have produced here in this breaking process of the female nigger. We have reversed the relationship; in her natural uncivilized state, she would have a strong dependency on the uncivilized nigger male, and she would have a limited protective tendency toward her independent male offspring and would raise male offspring’s to be dependent like her. Nature had provided for this type of balance. We reversed nature by burning and pulling a civilized nigger apart and bullwhipping the other to the point of death, all in her presence. By her being left alone, unprotected, with the MALE IMAGE DESTROYED, the ordeal caused her to move from her psychologically dependent state to a frozen, independent state. In this frozen, psychological state of independence, she will raise her MALE and female offspring in reversed roles. For FEAR of the young male’s life, she will psychologically train him to be MENTALLY WEAK and DEPENDENT, but PHYSICALLY STRONG. Because she has become psychologically independent, she will train her FEMALE off springs to be psychologically independent. What have you got? You’ve got the nigger WOMAN OUT FRONT AND THE nigger MAN BEHIND AND SCARED.

This is a perfect situation of sound sleep and economics. Before the breaking process, we had to be alertly on guard at all times. Now, we can sleep soundly, for out of frozen fear his woman stands guard for us. He cannot get past her early slave-molding process. He is a good tool, now ready to be tied to the horse at a tender age. By the time a nigger boy reaches the age of sixteen, he is soundly broken in and ready for a long life of sound and efficient work and the reproduction of a unit of good labor force. 

Continually through the breaking of uncivilized savage niggers, by throwing the nigger female savage into a frozen psychological state of independence, by killing the protective male image, and by creating a submissive dependent mind of the nigger male slave, we have created an orbiting cycle that turns on its own axis forever, unless a phenomenon occurs and re-shifts the position of the male and female slaves. We show what we mean by example. Take the case of the two economic slave units and examine them close.

THE NEGRO MARRIAGE

We breed two nigger males with two nigger females. Then, we take the nigger male away from them and keep them moving and working. Say one nigger female bears a nigger female and the other bears a nigger male; both nigger females—being without influence of the nigger male image, frozen with a independent psychology—will raise their offspring into reverse positions. The one with the female offspring will teach her to be like herself, independent and negotiable (we negotiate with her, through her, by her, negotiates her at will). The one with the nigger male offspring, she being frozen subconscious fear for his life, will raise him to be mentally dependent and weak, but physically strong; in other words, body over mind. Now, in a few years when these two offspring’s become fertile for early reproduction, we will mate and breed them and continue the cycle. That is good, sound and long range comprehensive planning.”

How much of this have we internalised? and some how integrated it with our reality to an extent that many call learned habbits and ways as part of our identity and culture?we need to heal the wombniverse.