book sale!!!!!!

BOOK SALE!!!!
PEACE I AM HAVING A VERY SMALL BOOK SALE. I WANT TO GET RID OF SOME INFO THAT I KNOW ALOT WOULD ENJOY READING. NOW THE BEST PART IS THEY ARE ONLY A DOLLAR!!!!

PLEASE OVERSTAND FIRST COME FIRST SERVE, I HAVE ALOT OF NEW TRANSITIONS GOING ON AND I WILL NOT HOLD ANYTHING.

HERE IS THE LIST:
1. INTRO. TO BLACK STUDIES BOOK
2.ALL IS VANITY- A NOVEL BY CHRISTINA SCHWARZ
3.10 BAD CHOICES THAT RUIN BLACK WOMENS LIVES
4.THE AUTOBIO. OF EMPEROR HAILE SELLASSIE
5.ARE WE LIVING IN THE END TIMES
6.PROPERTY-NOVEL BY VALERIE MARTIN
7.GOING TO THE CHAPPEL- A REAL NICE BK W/ MARRIAGE PREP TIPS
8.HIS LADY-T.D JAKES
9. DAUGHTER OF FORTUNE-NOVEL BY ISABEL ALLENDE
10.WHILE WAITING-BK FOR THE NEW PREGNANT MOMMIES
11.BEAUTY INSIDE AND OUT-TYRA BANKS
12.THE TURNING POINT-NOVEL BY FRANCIS RAY
13.THE DEVIL RIDING-NOVEL BY VALENIE WILSON
14.WE WERE THE MULVANEYS-NOVEL BY JOYCE CAROL FEATURED IN OPRAHS BK CLUB
15. THE AFRICAN AMERICAN ODYSSEY-USED TEXT BOOK
16.7TH EDITION- SEXUALITY TODAY-USED TEXTBK
CHILDRENS BKS:
17. THE CALL OF THE WILD
18.NIAGARA FALLS OR DOES IT?-HANK ZIPPER
19.WISHBONE-THE MUTT IN THE IRON MUZZLE
20.SHREK THE THIRD-JR NOVEL
21. HAUNTED CASTLE ON THE HALLOWS EVE-MARY POPE OSBOURNE

POEM

I am Pt2


copyright 2007

I am naked stripped of the layers of bullshit that tries to keep me captive I am liberated out of the filth of everyday drama I am screaming out freedom!!!!!!! I am screaming out freeedom!!!!! I am embracing my pain my insecurities of being a womb-man and embracing my struggles of being a good womb-man. I am taking my past, folding it up and sticking it in my back pocket for a rainy day. laminating it, putting it on a plaque so I can award myself on how far I've come and nailing it to the wall so I everybody else can see MY SHIT STINKS TOO!! Fuck what society says trying to define me under hateful, separative, judgmental continuing to oppose against me principles. Fuck anybody that don't have the integrity to see me as their reflection, no REAL integrity to admit that what u don't know can be a good thing, to be honest with themselves, continuing to keep that light shining. Cause maybe I don't feel like killing myself to bring u back to life.

I am hopeful that we can finally be one. But I will pick myself up, dust me off, and carry my ass to my own promise land. I am aware we all have levels of development and we r growing day by day. Our philosophies will change especially in an integrated, confused, society. I am aware that no one is prefect but to me that's a cop out for some to not want to try, not want to reflect, not want to just be. I am aware that we fall and backslide through the wilderness of self doubt, self panic (which creates irrational actions), the wilderness of self destruction, self addictions and self pity. I scream out freeedom!!!!!!! I scream out freedom!!!!!!!

I am tired and sick of being tired for real. I am happy and sometimes tired of being happy. I am aware that I must sit still, so I sit and wait. I sit and wait and everything starts to pour out my soul and my tears fall and I moan and scream out freeedom!!!!!! I cry and scream out to all of my ancestors in need of some baptism. I am crying for all my brothas without the guidance affection strength of a womb-man. To my brothas never knowing the sweet taste of true paradise through their mothers womb, to my brothas that never will. To my brothas without the guidance of a father the richness of his company, with the true ability to see their own blackness and to hold it up as the burning torch and to know where they stand, to rock the crowns with the appropriate meaning. To my brothas that never been song to sleep under the good bosom, that never taste the sweet warm milk of life and love that flows through the body creating power minds.

I am crying a river and my tears soak my soil. I am crying for my sistas not knowing their pussies are the doorway to the lotus (the ovaries) and of everything that is created. My sistas not knowing they r the keepers of the physical world and we either build it or destroy it. For not knowing we r earth and our soil must stay fertile to give back to what was giving to us, To my sistas that call each other bitches and hoes not knowing that our words have power and what we see in ourselves is what we r to become. For us not knowing that we r worth more than gold and diamonds but exceptin that our place in the world is to continue to be sold. We dress up like clowns in bright colors with feathers and smile for the minstrel show. Show massa what wez can do!!

I am crying for our ignorance in the blame game and not receiving the information that will eliminate the denial state we r in. For not wanting to plan, cultivate, put the plan into action, gather up the masses, stay committed to the damn project, and place a lifetime guaranty on our community that will last. I am crying cause we r so behind. So I stop crying sending up my voice to the universe for myself and my people that the mask shall come off, the blind fold will disappear, we will accept what we can do on our own, the time will come where u won't have time to stand in ur way. Its either now or never. No middle ground will be provided.

I am Peace

poem

Copyright 2007

The struggle of an out of the box independent soldier allowin no one to control her fights tooth and nail to expel the influence of a union that exceeds on the scale of zero and wants to be my hero nigga and niggarette please I cease to imagination your state of being is not truly seen even under the lens of a telescope fuck u mean yo shit is dope. smoke blowin out sha ass living fast and digging ur self deeper, u avoid the silence of ur creeper humbleness being the abomination to ur ego side. always with a set of rules that we must abide so u can be the rebellious one but see I peep yo shit I peep the dagger u keep in yo back pocket, I peep the book of lies u keep in the closet. the loose wire hanger u keep near the socket.

The struggle of an out of the box independent soldier allowin no one to control her fights pen and paper as an escaper to keep her peace but to be heard and overstood leaving scrolls of real life mental pictures and characters drama love healin pain as only a poetess could no longer will u silence the hunger to express or shadow me with ur hatred to make me feel less or battle me with ur judgements like u no whats best constant complaining cause u created the beast on ur back for the shit u lack and now u need me lies in ur smile to make it worth ur while u don't see the otherside my ears burn like fire cause I know ur're the liar and u think I'm gon let it ride i want the world to know u all ur symptoms too my independent struggle to be free must be the informer of everything u do keep in mind i am all around u watching and taking notes take a mental picture remember this face cause i am the antidote.

The struggle of an out of box independent soldier allowin no one to control her sees ur spells u cast knock the shame out ur ass if i have too and i know i won't be the last ur disguise have parts sticking out the sides cause u can't keep it together the many ur've bitten can't survive my type of weather so overstand u think u won many but really u lost alot it's just a matter of time they find yo ass and destroy Salem's Lot the independent soldier don't always feel the need to speak i will be in the silence of it all and watch ur shit leak ur disease seperates u while u still try to be down leaving footprints on ur crown it's really nice having u around so thank u as i continue to evolve and leave u in the back ground.

PEACE