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MELANIN by MARVIN SHADI
IT MUST BE SWEET, CAUSE WHEN I SEE A SOUL SISTER, I SEE HONEY TREATS, BROWN SUGAR, CARMEL, CHOCOLATE KISSES, BUTTER-FILLED, BLACK LICORICE IS AN ACQUIRED TASTE, JUST LIKE A PUG NOSE WITH FAT LIPS ON YOUR FACE, BUT LIKE THE YOUNG CATS SAY, "THAT'S GANGSTA", MEANING THAT'S NICE AND I'LL LICK A BOWL WITH CHOCALATE ICING...

NO DISRESPECT TO THE OTHER FALVAS IN THEIR SKIN, BUT GOD GAVE MY FLAVA, MELANIN AND I PRAISE HER SKINTONE, FROM THE PECAN TAN TO THE REDBONE, TO THE CHINKY EYE TO THE BLACKBERRY PIE, LIKE HERA, YOU'RE THE MOST HIGH

AND WHAT MAKES YOU THE BEAUTIFULLEST THING IN YOUR SKIN, IS THAT YOU UNDERSTAND MY STRUGGLE FROM SIN, I LOVE YOU ALL, WITH YOUR SWEET MELANIN....
"INSPIRIED BY INDIA ARIE"
MARVIN SHADI
MARVINSHADI@IMCINGULAR.COM

BLESSED ME AGAIN... by SAM PARKER
AS I CAREFULLY ACCOUNTED MY FINANCIAL PROJECTIONS
FOR THE NEXT TWO WEEKS
I KNEW THE CASH WAS COMING TO AN END,
HAVING REACHED THE POINT TO CONSIDER HOW TO LIQUIDATE
EVERYTHING I HAVE
I HAD ACCEPTED MY DATE WITH FATE
WATCHING MYSELF SLOWLY SINK INTO THE ABYSS
OF DISPAIR
I AM FORCED TO CONCEDE THAT I HAVE DONE MY BEST

YET, MY FALL HAS NOT BEEN WITHOUT HOPE
BECAUSE I HAD MADE PLANS
I WAS SURE I WAS GONNA BE ALL RIGHT
I AM CAPABLE AND INTELLIGENT
BASED ON MY LIMITED KNOWLEDGE AND AWARENESS
THIS IS SURELY A MATTER OF MANAGEMENT
EVERYTHING THAT I HAD PLANNED HAD FAILED
EXCEPT, A DESPERATE PRAYERFUL CRY FOR HELP,
EXCEPT KNOWING THAT I AM A CHILD OF GOD AND HIS WILL WILL BE DONE

THE EXERCISE OF MY WILL HAD FAILED AGAIN
AS IT FREQUENTLY DOES
BECAUSE I AM CREATED AND NOT CREATOR
EVEN WHEN I FAIL TO ACQUIRE THE REQUIREMENTS
MY FOOD, MY HOUSE, MY CAR, MY...
THE CREATOR MADE "A WAY" FOR ME, AND MADE THAT "WAY" FIND ME
I AM BLESSED AGAIN AND RECONFIRMED IN THE FAITH
THAT MY EXPERIENCE HAS FOCUSED MY MIND TO RE-REALIZE
THAT GOD IS GOD, I AM HIS CHILD, AND THAT HIS WILL BE DONE.
by SAM PARKER of ARIZONA

WHILE GOD IS TENDING THE SOUL BY GERALDINE H. WOOLEY

YOU CAN'T HURT THE BODY, WHILE GOD IS TENDING THE SOUL.
FLOATING UP TO HEAVEN WITHOUT A CARE OR WOE.
HEALING AND REPAIRING WHERE YOU HAVE STRUCK YOUR BLOWS.
MENDING AND REPLENISHING SO YOU WON'T HURT NO MORE.
YOU CAN'T HURT THE BODY, WHILE GOD IS TENDING THE SOUL.
CREATING A NEW IDENTITY, PULLING OUT THE MOLDS.
BLENDING AND AMENDING, A SUBSTANCE MADE SO BOLD.
COMING UNTO JESUS, BREAKING SATAN'S HOLD.
NO, YOU CAN'T HURT THE BODY, WHILE GOD IS TENDING THE SOUL.
GERALDINE H. WOOLEY
COPYRIGHT 2002
LADYKNIGHT77@WEBTV.NET

THIS IS CALLED SCHOOLDAY! by: BALAGUM KENYATTA
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EVERYDAY IS A SCHOOLDAY
FROM THE TIME YOU WAKE UP
UNTIL THE TIME YOU GO TO SLEEP
EVERYDAY IS A SCHOOLDAY.
BIG OR SMALL, WHITE OR BLACK.
RICH OR POOR, IT DOESN'T MATTER WHO YOU ARE.
EVERYDAY IS A SCHOOLDAY.
IF YOU ALLOW A DAY TO COME AND GO WITHOUT YOU
LEARNING ANYTHING, YOU HAVE DENIED YOURSELF A GODLY GIFT.
HOW MANY DAYS ARE YOU WILLING TO LET PASS YOU BY?
EVERYDAY IS A SCHOOLDAY.
AND TOMARROW IS ON IT'S WAY.
by: BALAGUM KENYATTA
BALA1BALA1@AOL.COM

QUIET by Joyce Rogers C2003

I know a man named Quiet.
Some think he is stuck up.
But nay, he isn't stuck up.
He's simply wise.

He has learned the power
Of possessing a silent spirit.
I admire him.
He is my secret.

When I can't be alone with Quiet,
I pull out leftover memories of him.
They speak mightily in small voices.

But whenever I AM with Quiet,
My heart does rejoice.
His wisdom shouts in whispers
And his common sense stills me,
Like the wind that must've heard Jesus.

Yes, I love a man named Quiet.
One day, we shall live continuely as one.
At night I will whisper his name...Quiet
And he shall call me...Peace.

Copyright 2003 by Joyce Rogers

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