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Journal Poetry written by me and others A closer Walk A closer walk the song doe's say Just to see his face one day. The mountain high the vally low Many won't make it yet still we go But will you so called saints get home Or will your souls just roam and roam amazing grace you claimed was given and yet your heart by hate is driven We luv to state by faith I've come but still can't luv another as one Yes I know ..yes God is real So why can't we practice what we feel So many claim " I'm saved by his grace" As they profess to run this race Try not shouting so much for the world But to live it as each day unfurls. Its harder to do then talk it I know but it gets easier as we go If we lived it to the fullest as easilly as we say We could shout to the world how I got over one day. (written by M. Williams) 12-30-01 I AM AN AFRICAN AMERICAN WOMAN What makes me strong? My heritage What makes me weak? My fears What makes me whole? My God What keeps me standing? My faith What makes me compassionate? My selflessness What makes me honest? My integrity What sustains my mind? My quest for knowledge What teaches me all lessons? My mistakes What lifts my head high? My pride What if I can't go on? Not an option What makes me victorious? My courage to climb What makes me competent? My confidence What makes me sensual? My insatiable essence What makes me beautiful? My everything What makes me a woman? My heart Who says I need love? I do What empowers me? My God Who am I? I AM AN AFRICAN AMERICAN WOMAN! ~author unknown~ music playing "theme from movie color purple" Song for Shannon This is in dedication to someone I had the joy of meeting in a group on the internet.She was 19.She is one of the bravest souls I have ever met,as she knew that likely she was dying and yet found the strength to comfort others.May God rest her soul. A beautiful song started to play As they began their chores For soon a special one would arrive They put flowers at the door She had a smile that lit the way On many a darkened road And the grace and love Shown thru her eyes Kept all her pain untold Tho slight in weight she had a strength Not many could imagine She'd bring us peace and joy an love She shared it with a passion She's gone to her beautiful place With the angels in a mansion And her sun will shine Beautiful songs will play But we'll miss you dear ~~~ sweet Shannon ~~~ {written-by-MW} Mothers,our sons are dying Nothing new under the sun .. wanna bet. Have you looked around, you see a sunset. Is your baby boy in the house,you checked yet? Or is he on the corner and you see no reason to fret. Did you read the paper,the news will spin your head They talking about tupac,biggie and master Jay being dead. They talking about Merlin who just joined that list They talking about us,how do we stop this. We're losing our babies,our men ,our backbone We hardly put down a paper before another ones gone. They talking about the Jason's and the David's in my world .The promising young men who died in this turmoil. Nothing new under the sun .. wanna bet, yesterday one of these boys wasn't dead. We are thier mothers,you and me .. we've got to band to set our son's free. It does begin at home believe it or not we've got to teach them not to want what another's got. We've got to show them how to stand tall, work for thier dreams pain and all. I'm talking to you ..you think your son's safe I thought that too .. now I don't see Jasons face. But if nothings new under the sun, help me to save one child For a new day has begun. written by Mae Will. November_ 12_ 2002 "Dedicated to Merlin Santana,my Jason,and all the young men who have died far to soon" Too Black !! THEY TAKE MY KINDNESS FOR . . . . . . . .WEAKNESS. THEY TAKE MY SILENCE FOR . . . . . . . .SPEECHLESS. THEY CONSIDER MY UNIQUENESS . . . . . . .STRANGE. THEY CALL MY LANGUAGE . . . . . . . . . SLANG. THEY SEE MY CONFIDENCE AS . . . . . . . . CONCEIT. THEY SEE MY MISTAKE AS . . . . . . . . . DEFEAT. THEY CONSIDER MY SUCCESS . . . . . . . .ACCIDENTAL. THEY MINIMIZE MY INTELLIGENCE TO . . . . POTENTIAL. MY QUESTIONS MEAN I AM UNAWARE. MY ADVANCEMENT IS SOMEHOW UNFAIR. TO VOICE CONCERN IS DISCONTENTMENT . IF I STAND UP FOR MYSELF, I AM TOO DEFENSIVE. IF I DON'T TRUST THEM, I AM TOO APPREHENSIVE. I AM DEFIANT IF I SEPARATE. I AM FAKE IF I ASSIMILATE. MY CHARACTER IS CONSTANTLY UNDER ATTACK. PRIDE FOR MY RACE MAKES ME "TOO BLACK." "author unkown" but this I dedicate to many like me ... a "too black sista"


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