“To Be Black in America” By Eunice Townsend To be black in this country is not an easy endeavor But if you know your history the strength of our Ancestors should lift you up forever If you realize how the pain of picking cotton, The constant raping, The indignation of our men, The white baby at our breasts
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“The Rebirth” By Eunice Townsend Two Black Men, Kwame and Elombe Brathwaite woke up my African soul. With their intellect, wisdom, and photo lens. They spoke of Africa not only as a place but as my home and a culture I should embrace. Made me look into a black mirror and see eyes that had been overlooked, hair that
Health Drink plenty of water. Eat breakfast like a Queen, lunch like a princess and dinner mindfully. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and less food that is manufactured in plants. Live life with the 3 E‘s-energy, Enthusiasm, and Empathy. Make time to pray. Play more games. Read more books than you did in 2018, 2019, and
I used to watch him watching me, but he was respectful. He was married and I was in a relationship. Our time together was short lived, but the acknowledgement of each other’s feeling was evident. How peaceful I was in his presence. He was going to die soon, and he brought such peace to my life. We sat by the
I stand in the need of love. This is my story; this is my prayer. I have had more than most, or at least I think I have. At times my cup ran over, or at least I thought it did. But maybe I should have saved some of that excess and bottled it, had I known that my right
Be strong was the message that was planted on my breath as I asked the Great Spirit for help one more time. At times I wanted to cease and no longer exist, but what good would it do? What purpose would it serve because my work was not done? I knew I must have faith, trust, and know that time
He was pure love, and I did not know how intense his love was until I looked, listened, and took the time to understand him. His compassion and his ability to nurture and provide for others were selfless gestures. He had grown into a prince of a man, and it was pleasing to my heart. So fortunate was a mother
Win her with love is what I heard as I watched her walking towards me. She was sixteen and not sure of whom she was. The road had been rough and there were lots of things she did not understand yet. Win her with love, the voices said, so that she will comprehend her lessons. Speak to her gently so
A mother’s love is like the wind her song blows through the air. So, take the time when you hear her near, to give her all that is dear.
Your presence illuminates the world. Your light is so bright that it shines years ahead of time. Your light shines so bright that others can find their way in the dark.