“Any form of art is a form of power; it has impact, it can affect change—it can not only move us, it makes us move.”
– Davis, Ossie Actor (1917-)
On Hatred
Diamond in The Ruff
I decided to seek strength when pain took it upon herself to become the choir director of humanity
in an anxious quest to play doubt on the strings of our faith she laughs…
coughing up the twisted humor of her bowels you see she knows
that our minds have been twisted by the craftiness of sin still falling from the fingerprints of Eve and Hiding behind the shame of Adam she knows
The ease to which we are apt to scream we’re not able like the blood of Abel, that at times
our lowliest moments give us in to unbelief like virgins vulnerable to the sensitivity of fleshly skin
Faith giving it up like cracking levees… overflowing with trial & struggle she laughs while you drown in sins pain made you promise to go back to
but you tell pain that we are not bed sheets fitted to the corners of her pride
We are not fools, babbling vain words in her congregation
We are not faithless because of her existence
Tell pain that we wait for her
like crouching tigers with gritted teeth
you tell sorrow that with much wisdom comes much grief
tell her, that we are not children
borne about by every sickness breathed from the viruses she plants in our immune systems 4 we are strong
you tell pain that from her humility is born
like truth when it touched its hands on the insides of Miriam’s womb, the Salvation brought forth from pain
a stake of stabbing wounds
You tell pain that the almighty made sure that everything had its companion
You tell pain…
that Endurance was made for her
The Ultimate Test
“For one human being to love another is perhaps the most difficult task of all, the epitome, the ultimate test. It is that striving for which all other striving is merely preparation.” – Rainer Maria Rilke
Interesting quote. When you boil everything down to its genuine purpose, it all seems to come back to love. Mankind prepares itself to understand what love is and how to exhibit that love. I think perhaps imperfection is not being without mistakes, but perhaps, being without love.
What if the Ultimate test, the promised land of sacrifice and endurance, is the preparation of ourselves to meet love in its purest form, where in comparison to such esteem that even the sun is but artificial light? Would not our struggles be worth it? The beauty of pure love, it is too much to fathom, “that striving for which all other striving is merely preparation.”
Fear
Know Your Worth
Sometimes you gotta realize that you are worth more than they way people treat you. And then you gotta realize the role you play in the way that people treat you. And finally, you gotta make the decision to stop letting people treat you that way.
Guest Feature – The Blackman’s Guide to Understanding the Blackwoman- Shahrazad Ali
• It is difficult to get her to listen to new information about a new approach to living her life because she is so certain that she is justified in being out of order. She is mostly a lot of mouth. She can be a number of things, as already proven, but she cannot be a man.
• By nature the Blackman cannot submit to the woman.
• All the good things she says she wants would be immediately available to her if she drops her defenses, drops her suspicions and allows herself to melt into the waiting arms of the man who loves her.
• When the Blackwoman attacks the Blackman publicly she inadvertently gives the entire world permission to attack him also.
• It is not easy for a Blackman to be motivated if his woman doubts him, or if their relationship is so stormy that it takes his head and robs him of the ability to concentrate
• The Blackman can tell which woman is his by the way she submits to his ideas and instructions. And by the way she works to make him happy. His Blackwoman should take the position that his success is her success—their success, and work as a team.
• By letting the Black man be the head of the family she could revive him, and by getting behind him and supporting him he could be free.






