Phenomenal Woman.

My “what the heck was I thinking, why am I so stupid, when will I learn?” moments have lifted me high and grounded my state of mind.

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size But when I start to tell them, They think I’m telling lies. I say, It’s in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips.

All the “you can’t, why bother, you will never…” now makes me smile. I am on my ready… set… go, for the many more life will throw my way.

I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It’s the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet.

Insecurity tired to assassinate my confidence, but in time I learnt how to embrace my authenticity.

Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can’t touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can’t see. I say, It’s in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style.

From the tip of my longest strand of hair, to the bottom of my feet; God never made any mistake when he molded me.

Now you understand Just why my head’s not bowed. I don’t shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing It ought to make you proud. I say, It’s in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, The need of my care, ‘Cause I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me.

 Maya Angelou

Park Avenue on a Rainy Day

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I am standing in the rain at the intersection of the Mythical Avenue and Ordinary Life Street in New York City.  If there’s a map at your side, look for where E. 92nd Street crosses Park Avenue.  That’s where I am standing, safely protected from the speeding traffic, on the landscaped Mall that separates the uptown two lanes from the two downtown lanes.  In the Spring and Summer, the various block associations would pool their resources and have the Mall planted with thousands of  flowers, usually tulips…so red and so yellow that your eyes would water.  During the holidays, the small trees would be lit up in beautiful lights.  All along a quiet oasis of real earth on a strip that extends for fifty blocks to the south and another hundred-fifty blocks to the north…give or take a few. You’ve got a map, count them.

It’s a mid-January afternoon and…

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My daughter and I were playing cards, when out of the blue she asked. “Why did God make me?
Without giving her question a thought I replied, “I don’t know.”
She continued. “Did He make me for a purpose?
Me, “We were all made for a purpose, we just have to wait, inorder to find out what it is.”
Her: “Oh.”
Then it hit me, and I thought, wait- a-minute, what just happened? I’m glad I didn’t think about my answer. There is a great chance I would have messed up the response.
John 3

27: John answered and said, A man can receive nothing, except it be given him from heaven.

30: He must increase, but I must decrease.

Brown skin lady…





And everybody on the avenue
I know, when they see you sing
Everybody on the avenue
I know, when they see you sing, there she is

Ooh, daring, me girl, look at you
Comin’ on the block lookin’ fresh and brand new
Ooh, headwrap cover your hairdo
Pretty feet peekin’ through open-toed shoe

Ooh, no limit to what I would do
Make love to you like long interview
Whooh, is she for real, me like you
Good look champion, win the title

True, many man try invite you
Shot down lyric each time they sight you
Jewel, what man you get all insides you
Clear the walk way and make she walk through

Ooh, can’t be a next one like you
Famous like tapes made by DJ Clue
I tighten up my game as I approach you
Yo check her she the nectar the bee get close to

I don’t get many compliments but I am confident
Used to have a complex about, gettin’ too complex
You got me, willin’ to try, looked me in the eye
My head is still in the sky, since you walked on by

Mos Def- Brown Skin Lady

Playing catch up…

It’s crazy how fast time is going, I can’t believe it’s almost the end of the year. I haven’t been up to much, just the usual. Really can’t say my life is super busy, that would be a lie, I just have my plate full- and you know what? It feels good. I enjoy being occupied; in a positive way of course… Lately I have been drawing a bit, something I wasn’t doing for a while. Mostly women with natural hair; what can I say, it’s appealing to my eyes and it actually relaxes me a great deal. I’m also working on my willpower, the things is, I’m on a diet. I’m trying to lose all the weight I gained during the summer as a result of eating out so much. I am excited about many things in the future but I am trying my best to stay in the moment.

I want to share something that has been happening to me a lot for the past few months. It’s strange but at the same time very interesting. Almost everyday I have conversations with strangers, no it’s not work related. I mean, people I meet in public. They would sometimes be the one to start up the conversation or I would. Yes, I’m quite the social butterfly. :-) Well, what makes the encounters different, is the fact that they would tell me a lot, sometimes too much about their personal life. Sometimes I listen without saying anything, other times I try to find the right words. I met this one guy that was so angry at the world he scared me, yet we sat and engaged in a really interesting conversation. Then there was guy that told me he doesn’t believe when people say they love each other they really mean it. The kind face older lady that told me about Jesus, said I should not pay attention to the news and that I should pray a lot daily. The homeless man that offered me some of his coffee; I said no. When I offered him some of my food he said he was full. The drunken man in the park that I told to try Jesus… I saw him later with a guy, he told him I’m his friend. That made me smile. :-)

Somehow I always found the right words, or just know when to be silent. It’s quite refreshing, I enjoy each moment. I am learning and growing. I see everyone, I am everyone and everyone is me. I’m no lower or higher. Jesus is love and I’m trying my best to be.

Corinthians 13:4-8

Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Love never fails. But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away.