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Once again the public is rallying for what I call a false noble cause. And once again the public was prompted to do so because of the sweet pungent sickening smell of death. How noble and honorable and concerned you all are once the band wagon starts to roll. How conveniently blind you are when you see abuse and not report it such as the case of this dear child Shaniya Davis, and how deaf you all have been to the cries that you choose not to hear.

One friend of the fathers stated that there wer… Continue

How do you see Mr. Obama? I can assure you that your vision of what you think he is is completley distorted. What mr. Obama wants you to see is not a Black man in the white House. He wants you to see how they see him. They don't see an educated gentleman married to an elegent educated attractive lady. They see a Nigger in the White House who brought along his Bitch ass Ho and their two little nappy headed little nigglettes. And you danced in the streets because you thought that you were getting… Continue

Who is it that said, “there are no ribbons in the sky”? And I ask often, what manner of man is God? Is the reflection that you would see in his eyes a fleeting glimpse of your own inner beauty. Or is it just a vision of the question answered, do dead men dream for all eternity of what could have been while they lay beneath the beautiful uncut hairs of graves?

When asked, would he at long last disclose the sacred secret as to why you love so deeply? And does the love you feel last until the rive… Continue

Who is it that said, “there are no ribbons in the sky”? And I ask often, what manner of man is God? Is the reflection that you would see in his eyes a fleeting glimpse of your own inner beauty. Or is it just a vision of the question answered, do dead men dream for all eternity of what could have been while they lay beneath the beautiful uncut hairs of graves?

When asked, would he at long last disclose the sacred secret as to why you love so deeply? And does the love you feel last until the rive… Continue

Maybe I shouldn’t share this with any of you, but I have grown so very tired of crying in the dark. All of my pains and sorrows have been poured out there in that cold and complete darkness. I covered my windows and covered my head with blankets. I only emerge from time to time to walk silently among you and your kind, pretending as you do that all is well and that there is nothing wrong. Pretending as one might to be strong and fearless, competitive and confident. You have destroyed me and now… Continue