Come lay with me

There is no rush for tomorrow

For it will come on its own

Let us explore each other’s minds

And talk of our times, naked and entwined

Let’s explore the union of our souls

Moving in unison as one

Let’s share our passions for the other

As the day moves along

Let’s not take for granted our time

For it is fleeting and never long enough

Come lay with me

As we listen to the beat of our own drum

Let the world pass away

As we enjoy the world of our own

Let the sunlight stay on our bodies

Tangled in each others arms

Our passion giving us warmth

Come lay with me

As day slips into night

Estranged from the callings of the world

Protected in the fortress of our tryst

Enjoying moments of escaped reality

Momentary pleasures of sheer joy

No crowds, no worries, no pain just us

Come lay with me…….

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The Taste of you

The thought of our tryst lingers in my mind

As I go back to our bodies entwined

The sweat from your body emblazoned

on my skin

Raising my fingers to my lips I drink you in

Your essence lingers in the air I breathe

You become the very oxygen I need

Even though you are not here I feel you in me

Giving me the fruit of your masculinity

The aroma of our passion brings a smile to my face

As  I put my hands in that intimate place

Guiding my fingers plunging into my sea

Your imagined touches bring me to ecstasy

This tantalizing journey I have now begun

Completely engulfs me til I’m totally undone

I ready my mind for your return

The simple thought of you cause my nature to burn

I fall into my dreams satisfied

with the knowledge you’ll soon be by my side

To add another chapter to the story

As you revel in my sinful glory

In my minds eye

I feel you ,

I breathe you

and of course taste you!

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Always striving

Never forget you were born to be free

To live, to laugh, to love and to hate

To do as you feel in this democratic state

Never forget you were born to live free

To  pray for your soul’s captivity

Never forget you were born to be free

To fight in a war for whose liberty

Handcuffed, and systematically raped

All this is done to your people’s fate

Our richness devalued, our history destroyed

Our legs spread open for the white man’s toy

Never forget you were born to be free

To live your life in captivity

Our brains diseased by their illicit lures

As we forget our heritage and except their folklore

We fell for their lies, their false respect, we laughed

At their jokes however circumspect

Never forget you were born to be free

We laid down our arms in our naive minds

We treated them as to be treated in kind

Bamboozled, hoodwinked they may have our

Bodies but never our mind

Never forget you were born to be free

To pursue your happiness violently

Never forget you were born to be free

By any and all means necessary.

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Commentary: Teaching While Black and Hopeful - Essence.com

Commentary: Teaching While Black and Hopeful - Essence.com

Commentary: Teaching While Black and Hopeful

Thursday, September 9, 2010 | 6:00 AM

by Britni Daniell

We've all heard the dismal statistics. While the national graduation rate hovers around 70%, graduation rates in most urban areas is barely 50%. And if you're a Black male, the picture is even more grim. State and local educational budgets have been slashed, and teachers all over the country are being laid off. The system is going through a difficult time, and as usual, we are the ones feeling the pain... In the midst of this, we are heading back to school and hoping our children will succeed in spite of the difficulties. As a teacher, with less money and less resources, I'm hoping to turn water into wine. I always refer to the beginning of the school year as the honeymoon. Teachers have taken the summer to regroup and are ready to go. Students are hopeful that this year will be their year. Supplies are brought, hands are raised, teachers greet students with smiles, and everyone is on their best behavior. During those first few weeks of school we are feeling each other out, and let's face it, we both hope this relationship works. Inevitably, though, something happens that shatters the calm and signals that the honeymoon is over. Last year, my fourth year in the classroom, the honeymoon lasted nearly a month. My students were wonderful, which was surprising to many who had heard negative things about my school; it's one of the lowest-performing schools in the district and is right in the middle of South Los Angeles. There are challenges, but I came to the school with very high hopes. This school also happens to be in the neighborhood I grew up in, so I had a particular connection to it. About a month into the year, my schedule changed and instead of teaching one intervention class for students who are reading far below grade level, I was given two. Teaching intervention classes is a labor of love. Not only are the students sometimes reading on a second or third grade level (and are in the 7th or 8th grade), they also have several other challenges that inhibit their ability to focus. Last year many of my students admitted some very heartbreaking and alarming things. One student, an 8th grader, admitted he had fathered a newborn baby and was scared to tell his mom about it. Another, also an 8th grader, was afraid she could be pregnant because she'd had unprotected sex with her boyfriend. A student told me she was depressed because less than a month after her father was been released from prison, he got locked up again. And yet another asked what could be done if she had no food at home. These issues are not limited to only my students -- these are the challenges many students face day in and day out. Some are able to cope and succeed, but many don't make it and end up falling through the cracks. It's easy to write students off or stereotype kids because of where they come from, their family, or how they look. I see it daily. The things some of my coworkers say about some of my students are astounding. The tone of voice when they say -- "these kids" -- signals something other than concern. In many instances it signals pity or hints at stereotyping Black and Latino students. As a young, Black teacher who comes from the neighborhood that my students live in, my goal is to inspire... to tell them that no matter what your 'hood or home looks like you can be successful. One of the most important things I can teach my students is that they have options. My students need to know that the world is so much bigger than their neighborhood. Every day I converse with them about things other than English. I ask about future goals, what kind of profession they'd like to have, what they think their ideal life looks like. Many have never considered going to college (or living past 20). Some have flat-out told me they cannot go because it's too expensive or they aren't smart enough. When I hear things like this my heart breaks a little, but I also look at it as a chance to inspire. I remind them that I grew up in their neighborhood, didn't have a lot of money, and was still able to go to college and beyond. Sometimes, kids just need to know that it is possible for someone who looks like them to succeed. I may not have control over education policy, budgets, or what kind of life my students have outside of school, but while we are inside the walls of my classroom it is my duty (and pleasure) to prepare them for what they will encounter in and out of school. For those precious hours, I have the opportunity to change lives. And just knowing that I have the power to impact the future is an awe-inspiring task. Britni Danielle is a Los Angeles based writer and teacher. She is the author of This Side of the Wall, a blog that chronicles her struggles and triumphs as she raises her son alone.

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A place of reason

I watch you from across the room
Silently enjoying the view
My eyes take in each movement your make
Causing my imagination to begin its journey across
the landscape of your hershey kissed skin
I smile as the thoughts flow through my mind
Biting my lips at the thought of your touch
My mind continues its journey
The essence of you causing my body to ache
Like a dope fiend needs a fix
So do my loins crave what you have to offer
Eyes closed in deep concentration I sigh profoundly
Trying to quiet the tingle between my thighs
My eyes open to you gazing at me
Heat flushes my face as I blush deeply
I move to a place to be alone with my thoughts
Suddenly you are there facing me
Momentarily we stare passion beating within
No words do we need to share
Quickly our bodies press together our lips softly taste the other
effortlessly our hands moving through fabric obstacles
find their destination, as primal moans escape our throats
You pressed deeply into me lost in a moment of ecstasy
Climbing higher on the primal ladder of pleasure
Clinging to the power of this climatic experience
We lock together as we reach our peak
Smiling we release ourselves back to our earthly plane
A few moments to relish our escape from reason
You smile at me, again I feel the heat across my face
We begin to untangle where I begin and you end
Quickly we press back into our clothes of sanity
Our secret hidden deep inside as we move to a place of reality
In a flash you are gone the sunlight devours your image
I am only left with the memory of our time
The aroma of our moment impressed in the air
I linger again for a moment leaning my head to remember
….damn what was his name
and again I smile

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Faith Evans Arrested

Faith Evans Arrested

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The Porn Star

When this first came out, I said to each his own if she want to do porn do it. Then the girl started to open her mouth and talk. My next question was who in the hell popped this girl's cherry cuz, they got her SPRUNG! Damn it was that good, that they turned her out to exploring her sexuality for everyone to see. Believe me when I say exploring one's sexuality for their pleasure however they want to do it is fine. Hell when I was younger I wanted to be a sex therapist...show everyone how to really get their freak on. So I get it, but after listening to this girl talk, it doesn't seem she made this decision based on her own personal conviction as a lifestyle, but for the shock value. Especially shocking her family, she sounds like a person who did something to get attention. I hope she likes it because it is definitely coming. Let's see what she says and does in the coming months. According to the entertainment company releasing the video....they are sold out and have offered her another deal.

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