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We Are Beautiful

Recently everywhere I turn

I see men of different races

Including my very own

Making it seem like

Black women are the least desirable

Men like Chris Rock and

Steve Harvey speaking about

The kinds of men who love us

I can’t take it anymore

Our black is beautiful

Every day many of us struggle

With situations that

We should not have to endure alone

We are mothers

Who are also filling in as

The role of father

This situation has gotten old

The worse part is when we

Are made to feel like

We are somehow responsible

For receiving the hurt

That we don’t deserve

It’s so absurd

One of the stupidest things

That  I have ever heard

There’s a 72% percentage

Of absentee fathers

Look at the numbers

These men choose

To not be bothered

It doesn’t take a math whiz

Or a rocket scientist

Last time  I checked

It takes a man and a woman

To make a baby

Is there any other ways

I’ll wait

Lord knows that  I am a Christian

I always turn the other cheek constantly

Most black women are forgiving

About the situations that helps

Many of us to feel incomplete

Dealing with things like certain men

Who are filled with deceit that cheat

Lacking the understanding as to

Why some men would rather mistreat

Good women in a heartbeat

As if it would kill them to

Commit faithfully

In spite of black women circumstances

Defeat is not a part of our vocabulary

We always push ourselves hard

Like a star athlete

There’s a lot more to us

Than what people think

I’m telling  you right now

On us don’t sleep

We are constantly striving and evolving

Every word that  I speak

Is concrete

I can produce receipts

Say what  you want about me

Turn up the heat

I will not surrender or retreat

Can’t continue to listen

To all of the bull

Like how some of the wounds

Of black women

Are self-inflicted

I just don’t understand it

I do know that black women

Are over being taken for granted

As well as being blamed for this

Got me like

Alanis Morrissette

Isn’t it ironic

Don’t you think

Some black men

Speak of wanting black women

To hold them down

When they have nothing

Yet when some of them get on

Their feet

They treat their women and

Very own children

Like pot holes in a street

Then have the nerve

To question why we are angry

Really?

Please

Spare me

After awhile all of this becomes

So annoying

Some of you have no concept

Of loyalty

As long as black women

Are going along with the program

Everything is hunky-dory

However once we wake up

And stand up things are

A different story

Oh and don’t get me

Talking about the subject of dating

Black men was the first to

Put cream in their coffee

This is after slavery

At least that’s what mother

Used to tell me

May her beautiful soul

Rest in peace

If black women

Date outside of their race

Immediately we are accused

Of self-hate

In addition making it seem

As if men of other races

See us as mere fetishes

Like we are nothing

More than sex objects

I’m so sick of the disrespect

When will you guys open your eyes

And realize that

When our community is hurting

No one benefits

And no wins

Because we all suffer in the end

Things comes back in a full spin

I won’t stop talking about this

It’s a promise

Like Mc Hammer

I’m too legit to quit

Refusing to conform

To what seems to be the norm

Because it’s awful

Black women we deserve love

Beyond measure

We are a treasure

Keep in mind that love has no color

This mindset opens up our options more

Always remember this number

One thing and that is our value

Is not found in negative

People’s words

Black women are powerful

Even when we stand alone

We are so strong

Black women we are beautiful

Please Stop

I’m not complaining just voicing how it’s hard to be a Christian that’s a black woman. With all the police brutality that’s been going on against young black men there has been a lot of hostility. When I voice how I feel I get attacked and I’m okay with that.  I get called names and made to feel as if I am betraying my race. I’m a Christian first I speak love and peace. I spread positive messages because let’s face it anything that negative like riots and violence gets us no way. The point that I am making is bring up past events is meaningless if they are not accompanied with positive resolutions. Everyone is shouting and no one is listening. White people along with other races have been victims of police brutality as well. One case of police brutality is too much it has to stop.

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Praying for all seven continents and every nationality. The violence needs to end. If we all pull together to we can make a difference it can happen in a major way. I know that we can do it.

Michel’le

As I always I share about how I absolutely love all music growing up I listened to everything including NWA one of its members brought out Michel’le. Growing up I was no different from other kids I’d get hooked on a song’s beats and did not pay attention to the lyrics. NWA was one of the hip hop groups who had a lack of respect for women big time. The saddest part is some of us black women continue to support negative music and get upset about the affects of it. I read a post that was quite disturbing it was basically making up excuses for artists who choose their lyrics blaming the environment. Here’s an idea try writing something more positive and uplifting hip hop was once that way a very long time ago.

Michel’le debut album was titled Michel’le the song no more lies was one of my favorites. It’s amazing how we feel that celebrities are so much different from us but they are not….they are human too with problems just like the rest of us sometimes more. She has a movie that’s coming out in October on Lifetime and yes I will be watching it. There are a lot of critics talking about this movie but it’s all good.It’s important to be able to tell our own story no one else knows it better but God.

A Nightmare Dance

Would someone please tell me what’s going on? What’s going on within the black community? I know what you are thinking what is Tameeka talking about now? I’m talking about the way women are viewed and treated especially black women. Let’s be honest about how hip hop degrades black women with names like whores and of course the “B” word. Whether we want to admit it or not music is very powerful. I’m so tired of artist if we want to call some of them that not wanting to be  held accountable for the effect of the music that their music causes but want their bank account to reflect it. I mean what kind of world are we living in where three words gets a person killed. Now before anyone gets bent out of shape about what I am writing  about I am a black woman who is the mother of two sons. I’m making sure that my sons respect allllllll women of every race. No one has the right to touch a woman without her consent no means no so get over it. I don’t care exactly how  a woman says it how should a woman respond to disrespect? “Excuse me even though you are grinding on my body without my permission could you please stop? “Please don’t shoot. Please don’t curse me out. Are we saying that a woman has to live in fear if she rejects a man? Sad to say I believe most women have a story to share about the way some men behave when they are rejected. Some men who are rejected will curse a woman out. Some men will call a woman names. Some men will lie and start rumors allllll because they got their feelings hurt. Look real men accepts rejection and walks away I just want to make that clear. Anyone who feels differently I’ll pray for you.

There’s a story that I just heard about it’s about a young beautiful college student her name was Tiarah Poyau. She was dancing on a dance floor when a guy name Reginald Morse was grinding on her without her consent. This young woman said three words “Get off me” and was shot in the eye behind her body. Two young lives are gone what’s going on? Now I am not saying that all women haven’t been disrespected I just feel that something is terribly wrong when a woman can’t say no. There is something wrong in the black community. Where are the black lives matter voices? I’m just hearing about this story. Where is the outrage? One’s things for certain something has got to change.

The mindset that some people have towards women things like a woman is “asking for it” based on how she dresses. There are many stories where women have been raped and do you know what’s scary? Some women are afraid to report what happened out of fear of how they will be treated. It’s just isn’t right. Our bodies are our temples it’s our choice of who we choose to allow to touch it. I don’t care who the women are, how she dresses, what size she is or what rumors that you may have heard no means no lose the ego. Go take a stroll until you find a woman that will fulfill your desires. What one person won’t do another one will so go find them. We have to do better.

We Are

I want to take a second to mention

Before I begin expressing

My affection for my

Beautiful black sisters

I am not a person

Who promotes division

Uplifting others

Is always my intentions

To spread positive messages

My sisters and I

Marches to the beat

Of a different drum

Some say that we are

Rude or have bad attitudes

But my dude that’s

The furthest from the truth

We are radiant

We are independent

We are grounded

We are strong

Yet we are also delicate

It’s part of being feminine

We do what we can

All by ourselves

Even if we needed help

We don’t stress

We are loyal

We are true

We sacrifice daily

For our beautiful babies

We endure pain

We don’t allow it

To turn inward

We don’t allow things to change us

Even though it should have

Drove us crazy

We love hard

We don’t give up

We are beautiful

We are courageous

We are captivating

Sometimes we can be complex

Certain situations

Can make us perplexed

If we get upset

We can’t stress it

For longer than a minute

Doing that is whack

Haven’t you heard the saying

That black don’t crack

Stress has to take a seat

Like several of them

Yes we are human

But that’s the extent of it

Even though there’s

Information that’s not accurate

Floating about meant to oppress us

We don’t answer to it

We don’t claim it

We know who we are

We are compassionate

We practice unity

We are women of substance

We have powerful spirits

We nurture intensely

Our goal is to

Accomplish positivity

Hopefully it’s passed

Down from generation to generation

What a feeling of gratification

We march to the beat of a

Different drum

And we answer to no one

Except for God Almighty

In heaven we are a part

Of the rhythm nation

 

 

 

Woot Woot!!

My My My Time has flown by. September 6th will make it six months since I have started my blog. I am pretty proud of everything that I have accomplished and there will be more much more. So far I stuck by what I have planned to do I’ve shared my love for Christ, my love for my sons, poetry, music, the Dallas Cowboys, made podcasts the list just goes on. I enjoy writing and I enjoy the freedom of expressing myself. I don’t know about anyone else but when I can’t express myself freely I feel like I’m suffocating. I have always been a strong supporter of people loving others according to God’s will of course. Interracial dating to me is a beautiful thing and I truly believe that God has someone special for us all. As I have shared I have always been attracted to white men for longs as I can remember. Growing up I was taught that that one person isn’t for everyone but that there is somebody for everybody. My mother only concerns was for me to be happy. She didn’t want to see me get hurt. A person can get hurt regardless of the color of their skin. While I always say that love has no color I simply cannot deny my attraction to white men. Recently I’ve become bold about how I feel and I am not alone. There are many black women who are dating and marrying outside of their race. Time are changing and people are loving whomever they choose to. Anyway in the future I do plan on staying on course as well as discussing a lot more things. Here’s to six more months!!! Woot to the Woot! Woot Woot!!

Why Us?

Just the other day

I saw someone

Who looked like you

I looked twice too

Even though I knew

It couldn’t be true

If we could only go back

To the good ole days

When we both had

Big dreams

You and me

We could have have done anything

We could have been something great

Who knew that one mistake

Would control our fate

You wanted to succeed

By any means

Even on the streets

Day in and day out

At you I would fuss

I told you that the

Street life was dangerous

You had no faith in my words

You had no trust

Now look

I have to ask

Why us

Why us

What about our kids

How do I explain this

The pain that I feel

Is tremendous

This situation is big

How do I forgive

What a way to live

God knows I once loved you

This is true

I don’t know

Which is worse

You six feet under

Or you being sentenced

To twenty-five years in prison

Either way there is distance

Between us

What a life lesson

What a way to learn

The hard way

Everyday I think

Of that 2006 bust

And sitting here thinking

Why us

Why us

How Dare You?

Good Morning. Happy Saturday to All

I experienced a rather interesting week one that I will forever will remember as long as I live. This week’s homework assignment touched me as someone who is black, a woman and a Christian. As I have talked a little bit about on an earlier post there was a speech that we had to read and we had to explain which impacted us more about the speech reading it or seeing it. The name of the speech is called Ain’t I a Woman by Sojourner Truth’s it was given at a women Convention in 1851. She spoke of the inequalities of blacks and women. What I loved the most about the speech is how she made biblical references that really hit home for me. Even though I am black and a woman I am a Christian first. Nowadays people like to make a mockery about Christianity let me tell everyone something this woman showed strength and bravery during a time when it could have placed her life in danger. But her love for Christ made her fearless and it touched me in a mighty way. This speech put me more on fire for Christ more than ever.

The speech also got me stirred up about another thing that I talk about quite often and that’s how black women are disrespected by Some black men. I never feel that it’s okay for a black man to bash a black woman or a black woman to bash a black man. I could go on for hours on in about this subject however I find it comical the way that Some black men bash black women. Let me get this right a black man came from a black woman majority of the time witnessed first hand what his very own mother went through. Yet disrespect black women who are encountering the exact same thing? I highly doubt that God intended for it to be that way. In fact a man is suppose to be the head of the family and the woman was suppose oversee the household being the rib of her hubby. Some of these men can’t possibly feel that women don’t have frustration from the hand that was dealt and expect them to smile about it even though we do just don’t forget what’s behind our smiles. Absolutely cannot stand when a person says for a woman to pick better as if they knew that the man would waste their time. Most of the time we never know a person intentions until it’s too late. Some people are good as wearing a mask until they get what they want. The last time I checked no woman wants to be a single mother it’s a hard task.Look black women have to be strong and hold on no matter how much we get kicked around. Our strength is what keeps us going so Some of you black men don’t get intimidated understand us and respect us.

The last thing that peaked my interest was Cicely Tyson interpretation of the speech she’s 91 years old so we all can imagine what she has seen in her lifetime. I wrote a post about her in class she inspired me so much. One of my classmates said that maybe because she’s a great actress is the reason why she was about to bring the speech to life. I told them no that’s what she’s experienced in 91 years of life she definitely knows a lot the reinterpretation only sparked something inside. It made me feel proud to wear my life lessons like strips on a military jacket. I am indeed a Christian black woman and very honoured by that fact too.