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What good are words...
if they are not from the heart,

What purpose do they serve,
if your real feelings
and your words,
are complete worlds apart.

What good are promises...
if they are full of holes and lies,

What value do they hold,
if your planning on breaking them
and cutting ties.

What good is life...
if it's nothing but a waste,

If you cannot be honest to yourself,
if your own words you cannot taste.

What good is there in love...
if it's a lonely road
that only goes one way,

What good is there in being together...
if your love is not real
and if you're not on the same page
through life's journey
every day.

What good is having a heart...
if you cannot trust your love with it,

When it keeps getting broken,
when pain is all that it has left to exhibit...?


By Lady R.F ©2017
They came for us with tanks and guns.
We stood our ground—the old and young.
All our troops had mustered round
our Capital--Sacramento town.
A New Republic, we’d declared,
and its defense,
among all would be shared.
With the Bear Flag flying high
we all came to fight and die.
Young men in their combat boots
repelled the dictator’s first wave of troops.
Civilians came from South and North
to resist the fascist ruler’s force.
From Frisco and from San Jose,
from San Diego and L.A.,
from Calistoga and Marin,
thousands had come pouring in.
Then US bombers burned the city,
for the orange Fuhrer had no pity.
They won the battle, but we all know
from history, how these things go.
An occupation cannot last
against a people whose strength holds fast.
The tyrant’s troops will tire, while we
will fight on, until we’re free.
It's inevitable. We aren't all the same country anymore. A country of 300 million cannot be a democracy. California has more than 30 million people and can grow its own food. Why would they stay?
 Feb 2017 Renée Brookes
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I went to San Francisco last night
and picked up a couple of Chicks
I took them home and they laid eggs
and I fried them with hominy grits
Night is like love
Short , mysterious , enchanting
then troubling
Emotions boiling , better judgement
destroyed
You'll wear many mask
You'll practice hellos in mirrors
Practice any questions she's liable to
give you
Then it's over and done
She's moved on to a different thespian
Everyday turns into Monday with
nobody there , your the jester before your
ravenous , blood thirsty friends again
How could she not care , how dare her
pompous calculation , thievery , malicious
***** in pony tails and a yellow dress
I miss her so , our three days of going steady
all for naught , she led me around school like a working
dog then walked
Night is just like being alone
Eaten to the bone , one penny left for
the wishing well that we most certainly
will throw , maybe tonight , maybe even tomorrow*...
Copyright February 17 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Oh, many remember that black maid that cleaned many well off white families houses during the forties, fifties and sixties.

The ones that raised many whites children's during those days.

The ones that listen more about the kids relationships to their parents.
Yes, that faithful black maid.

Who faithfully arrived to work?
And put their child through school.
Things others remember that others chose to forget.
But can't.
For long of years its been known and feared by not just a few.
So they passed laws to hinder you.
Keep you in the dark from being educated and seen as smart.

And as times went by they faced their fears that a educated black man would only expose the skills they never had.
To this day they cries loudly of the knowledge black man.
Afraid that what they don't know?
Again, would be exposed when in a knowledge test.

Thurgood Marshall, rose to the challenge and greater heights.
Malcolm X, finally known as Shabazz came from nothing to be a shining star.

Charles "Blood Plasma" Drew left his mark upon us.
And hosts of others too.

When knowledge is before you to learn?
Learn it, apply it and watch many fear you.

President Obama, when in office made many in Congress be seen as fools.

A slave never was given opportunity to branch further.
But you have all forms of opportunities to be seen as a king.
Educate yourself black man and many will see the best in you.

If it's only you.
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