As the sun slice through the night sky, the twinkle of the stars begins to die. The songs of nature starts the daily melody, it is a new beginning to yesterday's past. Now enjoy to the fullest, starting with smiles and laughs...
C. E Cheatham

Here is what I was given
Just enough to say that I am livin
Not to much, so I can win
While trying to survive
I learn of what I was denied
To be treated fair is assumed
But that thought too, was lie
Chasing others dreams
Will keep me unseen and I was born to gleam
So I listen no more
And seek the information needed to help me soar
By, C E Cheatham

America the great, America the fake, history says our past was filled with mistakes. Maybe it was all that could be done, possibly they didn’t know their actions would cause us not to grow? Peace and acceptance is all we wanted, all we received was violence. Demonstrated with peaceful protest and was attacked by man and beast. Groups were formed to show unity, quickly the opposition infiltrated the groups with no impunity.  Using trickery to cause division, and murderous plots against all black leaders, or buying their voices to control black people, and made them black people steerers.

With this format in place it allowed them to do what they wanted to. No resistance just acceptance not willing to go to war, but stay quiet and take some more. We have held every possible position but look at the spot we are still in.

We teach our youth to stand up against bullies, all the while we are being bullied. Our fathers, our sons, and even our mothers are being killed, yet and still some black leaders will come on TV and ask you to be quiet and stand still. We will fight one another to the death about respect. It is time to show we won’t lay down and be checked. Be willing to protect yours and the brothers who are willing to stand on your right and left. Enough is enough and truth be told the pressure we feel is from our on hold. So it’s time to take your hand off your own throat. Time to show we are not taking no more. We want our respect from shore to shore.

By, C. E. Cheatham

My sister, my mother, my queen…. You have been lied to. We do care and we do love you. With the weight of the world on our shoulders, we all, well at least most wants to be husbands and fathers. It hurts to watch you struggle or juggle your family, career, and be your own leader.

Society has placed a false reality in front of your eyes. While their real plan they kept in disguise. No other woman carries the load of a single black mother and is the reason she is tired, stressed out, and needed more than the others.

So many has been let down and tricked to the point it makes you sick. Black Men will let you drown is the hope given. All the while she struggles. Allow us to take the helm and the burden of leading. Let the broad shoulders of man give you a feeling of security and hope.

Women was not created to be equal to men. Thus why she is beautiful, soft, caring, and posses the most love of all mankind. Yes you can do all and be all, but you are to special to climb these hills and walls. In which you should be carried over all. Knowing that a family starts with a man and a woman and trust between the two. But with the pain you have been subjected to I know that is something hard to do.

So ladies I say keep your head to the sky and a smile on your face, while we try to put strong family unity intact just know that we are here for you and we have your front and your back….

C. E. Cheatham

We have been shot, we have been locked down, they show us daily they do not want us around. They use every law against us, their favorite one now, is this stand your ground, but yet we stay down.

We own the buying power, we set the trends, yet we still stand complacent as if they are our friends. Amazingly they have you refereeing to yourself as a African-American, just to make you a secondary citizen. Not because you are worthless, but because of your fearlessness exposes their inner fear.

News always showing black males slaughtered in the streets, paid vacations no charges filed guilty portrayed to be innocent. But we stay. We have enough players in prime positions to make the changes. If we show love to a stranger that looks like you, we will find uniting is really easy to do.

Black is strong, black is beautiful, and oh so powerful. Time to make our presence felt, time to pull up our pants and tighten our belts. Stand tall and refuse to be told who you are, go fast and slow never let them dim your glow.

We are warriors, sons, fathers, and teachers with aspirations of being leaders.
So kings, it is now time for you to claim your kingdom.

C. E. Cheatham