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“All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible. This I did.”

– T.E. Lawrence aka Lawrence of Arabia

She walked into my Human Anatomy classroom with red heels as high as my state of mind, dangerous weapons of mass seduction that immediately inspired my perpetual infatuation. She carried on her right shoulder a Louis Vutton purse as big as my ego, and her countenance bore a sparkling pair of eyes as charming as my charisma. It was like The Lord had returned prematurely as a woman, because the light she radiated was undoubtedly divine. And I’d heard through the grapevine, that she only considered herself a nine. Faint attempt at modesty if you ask me because this girl was phenomenally fine. Her lips wore the color of sweet red wine. And all I wanted to do was dine…with her. Ok maybe I lied…more like have her…for dinner. And perhaps also for dessert. Oh the thirst! She was the oasis to my desert! Her hips were like an hour glass pouring infinite golden grains of sand, with enough winding curves to leave even the Prince of Persia wishing he had a genie of his own, like Aladdin, so he could simply wish to be reduced into just one of those tiny grains of sand pouring down inside her. And her thighs? Lawd her thighs! Suffice it to say they’d make many a priest reconsider, and let out long deep sighs. Not to mention her breasts…now they were like luminous lanterns, lighting the way for sore eyes. A counter-intuitive sight, considering that they practically frequently rendered me blind as I eventually found my face planking in them! But not before we were married (of course). For this woman of wonder would not be hurried. Her disposition was rather clear: the only manner of man she would ever seriously entertain was he who would position himself to patiently wait; who would not treat her like some kind of helpless bait…but who would gladly withstand the fire, and yet never tire…of waiting to exhale, at just that precise moment when he’d finally have her approval, after first obtaining her Almighty Father’s approval. Honestly, that narrow path less traveled was preposterously difficult, especially for one who’s already quickly stumbled, along the wide path all too frequently traveled, by way too many sailors, rocking all the wrong fishing boats. I almost called it quits as I was seeming to lose my wits! But then I remembered, nothing worth acquiring is ever easily acquired. For me, that was a very, necessary, epiphany. It’s been more than worth it ever since that defining lesson. Today, I have the pleasure of experiencing Heaven…on Earth in two places – when I kneel with her in church, and when I lie with her in bed, making love faces. After a love life of hopelessly romantic strife, this is the story of how I met my lovely wife. And for the rest of my life…well it would seem, that I will never forget this…daydream.

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Why I Write

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“The Glass Review”

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By: Saushay Douglas

Part I

Soft Words (Whispers)

While fully indulging my mind in the thoughts of the author’s, I found myself jotting down a plethora of notes as well as my own thoughts and feelings. I did not have to read the whole book to know it was GREAT (although I did). The author (Kennyrich Fomunung) undoubtedly had me at “Meet My Mind!”  

One of the many narratives I find intriguing is “The Rose That Grew From Concrete.” It simply conveys that what is meant to be will always be regardless of any doubts, because Destiny will always win! The author’s expression, “Often times the perceptions of cool are merely the delusions of a fool” in the introspective piece, “David versus Goliath: Plight of the Latter-Day Man” stands true, especially in today’s precocious society, where it seems everyone’s “constant” is constantly the same.

In the fictional narrative “The Noble King, Loyal Queen, And Lost Knight,” Kennyrich showcases an agglomeration of versatility with words in relation to movies, characters, scripture, and song. The moral to this story should be a mirror to a heap of relationships. Every woman should aspire to be and be like the Queen and every man should be as confident as the King in knowing his Queen ultimately has both their backs. I find that at times we are blinded by and in denial of the blatant potent potion called love. Unfortunately, it happens more often then we believe, accept, and realize. The author’s “Lost Chemistry”, is undoubtedly accurate as it scientifically describes how love embezzles the heart. While I was silently cheering for the dreamer to go ahead and take those steps across the water in the simply beautiful and courageous “Maiden of Mystery”, I felt every girl has been “The Girl Who Never Was!”  I remember when “When Love is Blind” was first posted on Facebook by the author. It was at that moment that I truly recognized Kennyrich’s proverbial openness/vulnerability to express something so beautiful that both men and women often overlook or take for granted. My hopelessness in being a romantic reached its peak when I read “Beyond Her Eyes” (although the author was referring to Medusa of all people).

Furthermore, in reading “Mirror on My Wall”, and “The Broken Road”, I have come to terms with the fact that I could have made better decisions concerning my own life. However, I feel more humble now and do “learn and live” as recommended by the author. Honestly, I thought I could never feel how I felt in regards to the way Kennyrich utilized words to convey such profound insights on life and its entities. But how wrong I was. His carefully crafted words catapulted my feelings to an unprecedented high!

P.S. Stay tuned for more comprehensive reviews of The GLASS…

About the Author:

Saushay Lynette Douglas is a native Houstonian born to parents, Kevin and Vicki Robinson. She graduated from Texas Southern University in the fall of 2010 with a bachelors degree in Human Services and Consumer Sciences with an emphasis in Child and Family Development . Saushay currently works at Good Hearts Youth and Family Services as a Foster Home Developer. As she advocates for both foster parents and children, she is more than determined to fulfill her purpose as a Humanitarian. You may connect with her here: Saushay Douglas

Financial Freedom

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“If you don’t build your dreams, someone else will hire you to help build theirs.” -Tony Gaskin

Every day he is dressed in a suit and tie but his life remains an impressive lie. He wears Polo Ralph Lauren, Gucci, and Armani, but he has very little money.

He naively works a nine-to-five, tirelessly as a worker bee building the queen’s hive; still his boss fails to recognize him with even a single high five.

With a master’s degree an integral part of his pedigree, he believes when he asks she’ll have no choice but to agree.

But alas, this woman is an entrepreneur and desires more than a decent income; until Kingdom Come she’s sworn she’ll never settle for less than financial freedom.

P.S. This isn’t about money, which is tangible and fleeting, this is about freedom, which is invaluable and priceless.

Godspeed

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Nurture By Nature

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“Be the change you wish to see in the world.” -Mahatma Gandhi

If you want the best out of this world,

Then you’ve got to be willing to put the best into this world.

One cannot hope to sow bad seeds and reap good fruits.

Nurture the world around you according to your nature,

And see Mother Nature herself nurture your world in similar fashion.

If you give her lightning she may give you thunder,

But if you give her a little light she just might give you a rainbow.

P.S. Godspeed.

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Skin Wars: The Complexity of Complexion

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“I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character.” -Martin Luther King, Jr.

Light skin versus dark skin, the eternal debate between longstanding next of kin.
It’s a pity, such an eternal shame, brothers and sisters in plight divided by a desire to fit into a colored picture frame. How incredulously lame, identity crises brought to birth by an incessant love affair with fleeting fame. Black is no longer our common name. That’s just the nature of today’s game.

Honestly, I’m ashamed by this ridiculous emphasis on pigment,
that such a natural thing should even determine the quality of our treatment.
I know of a black woman named Jasmine, who fancies herself better than Lilly,
simply because the latter has a greater concentration of melanin, under her beautiful skin. Yes really, it’s gotten that silly!

And all the rappers concur, shamelessly obnoxious, ever hypothesizing in music videos that their hot yellow bones make the dark sisters jealous. Negro please! A darker shade is not a disease! If a black man cannot see that, then he is blinded by shades he is unaware he currently wears. He is emancipated on paper but enslaved in practice. And even Lincoln could never have freed him!

And all who instigate battles of the skin, will find that they can never win;
because regardless of complexion, through the myopic lenses of prejudiced eyes we are viewed as the same underestimated concoction. Therefore, as per MLK Jr. will we let the color of our skin define us, or will we decide the content of our character should be the distinguishing factor?

Remember, united we stand, divided we fall.
So that said, God help us all.

P.S. The black race in America must free itself from the superficial shackles of inadequacy born of despicable years of slavery. There is a popular saying that goes, “Black is beautiful.” Every black child should come to know this, believe this, and embody this, regardless of complexion.

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Curtain Call

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“In matters of the heart, sometimes the pain of the end is also the end of pain.” -kR

The curtain calls as tears caress her pretty face.
Wedding bells deferred, for her no quantum of solace.
She’s been robbed of her amazing grace.
Love’s a sad and losing race.
And her heart’s a blazing furnace.
Her body was once an uncommon place.
To think she’d saved it for…what’s his face?
So much for sticking to your own race!
Standing alone at the altar how can she ever save face?

P.S. Pushed beyond despair, heartbroken beyond repair, she carved out her heart, not because she never wished to love again, but because she never wished to hurt again.

 

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R.I.P.

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“As you make your bed, so shall you lie in it.” -Unknown

I confess to all my brothers and sisters that I have done some despicable things for which I must now atone, and so I stand alone in this strange place I call home; my mind isolated from the labyrinth in which I now roam, as I sleep on a thin layer of foam. It is a loud world but I remain quiet. It’s a buffet where everyone is suspect, but I’ll never deviate from my strict diet. Shovel in the dirt, stripped of my shirt, and I no longer have a single reason to flirt.

Day and night I lose sweat and tears as I try and cry to come to terms with my fears, over the slow passing of my years. To think I was only 25! Still, they were forty-five, thirty-five, and five! So now I’m 25 to life, having copped a desperate plea to lesson my strife. God, will you please forgive me even though I’ve never known you? Who knows, maybe what they say about you is true. If so, then tonight at least let me see you; if for no other reason than to see them once more, so I can tell them I’m deeply sorry for all the things I did before. I pray they are at peace in Heaven, while on my end I deservedly rot in prison.

P.S. There are consequences to our every action, whether big or small, whether in this life or the next. Live fully, but live wisely. Godspeed!

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