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(Source: jerseydamu, via donmartha)
Never doubt the power of what you are compelled to offer. You were born to offer something that is exclusively yours to broadcast and share. No one else can possess the same creative voice that you have. Your soul only knows your personal truth based on your unique life experiences and can steer you in the right direction.
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So appreciative of Dr. King and his dream as I am sure we all are. But what are dreams? What do you seek to do in your daily walk to exemplify Dr. King’s teachings? A march is cool, but in true king fashion if you don’t have that thing that you are willing to die for then you aren’t fit to live. So appreciate King’s Dream but come up with your own.
“There’s too much money here. Nobody should be hitting lotto for $36 million and we got people starving in the streets. That is not idealistic, that’s just real. […] There’s no way! There’s no way that these people should own planes and there are people that don’t have houses, apartments, shacks, drawers, pants! I know you’re rich, I know you got $40 billion, but can you can keep it to one house? You only need one house. And if you only got two kids, can you just keep it two rooms? Why have 52 rooms and you know there’s somebody with no room! It just don’t make sense to me.”
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I don’t think I’ve ever spent New years in church, and if I’m mistaken I was too young to know the value of it’s importance. But I think that this will be something good, no something great. I could probably find people to drink with or other things, but the only way to spend time with one of the few people who stimulate my intellect is in church. Sounds like a win/win. I’ve heard that a woman should be so wrapped up in God that the only way a man would get to her is through seeking him. Is this the same thing?
This is childs play. Once that giant is awaken in Lebron, it’s gonna be hell to win against him.
1,200 years before Descartes St. Augustine, sat down and wrote “Fallor ergo sum” — ”I err therefore I am.” Augustine understood that our capacity to screw up, it’s not some kind of embarrassing defect in the human system, something we can eradicate or overcome. It’s totally fundamental to who we are.Because, unlike God, we don’t really know what’s going on out there.
I like this one… Ciara oh ciara, but I like this one.
Got a new follower and she’s pretty cute, thanks.
I’d like to thank God this Sunday morning for vision, gifts and talents. But not the ones he saw fit to bestow upon me, no this is deeper than that. I’d like to thank God for the vision, gifts and talents he gave to trendsetters, trailblazers, doubters of the nay sayers. I’d like to thank God for the Giants whose shoulders we stand on that are known as the seven Jewels of Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity Incorporated. I’d like to Thank God the first Alpha as one of my most respected brothers once said, for struggle that the jewels decided to endure not because they wanted to but because they were called to. Thank YOU GOD for making an organization in the likeness of your image. Thank You for ALPHA.
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If I stepped to the edge of the world with a backpack Full of and ambitions and dreams And a will to sore above the the lies Articulated not in secrecy but in arrogant screams. I’d fly! If I stepped into the for front of education With the intellectual fortitude and Optimistic attitude that I could make a Difference in little Chris’s very existence I’d teach. If I took a step back 2 where life all Begun, where they say I’d be Staring down the barrel of gun That I’d be the one 2 create but neglect a bastard son. I’d be a father. I’d ignore the he say she say and Go out swinging like Ali in his hay day. Till they’re going down like a plane on the 11th day of the 9th month Screaming may day may day. We’ve been hit… by an intellectual, individual, Who has the ritual 2 get up and allow The spiritual 2 guide him in the physical. Allow me 2 apologize, sometimes I go on these tangents. It seems as I have grown into a man whose greatest Battle has only just begun. The battle to have the lies and moral decay undone. And when it’s all said and done these lessons will be the priceless ones That I pass on 2 my son. But, back to the step. The step that sometimes you take Even when the stairs aren’t seen. If I stepped out of my comfort zone Because there was a need for a voice A voice used 2 hoist the people of my race, generation, In every locality & ghetto of every section To a place from which infinite blessing flow. I’d preach! If I stepped forward, where everyone cowered back Going, spreading the word wherever there was a need at. Giving my word as my bound that I’d succed, learn but, most importantly I’d be back, with feedback spreading oats Of knowledge out of My own methaphorical feed sack. Knowing that when I give my word They’d believe that …. It was truth. I’d do all in my power Before the clock got hungry enough Approached that final hour And devoured into the next day. To share uplift and discourage despair Because we all know that moral courage Is so Rare. *pen hits pad* Heard a cry for knowledge Give me a second have no fear but, hold on to these words till I get there.