STUCK-UP?

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I have the sinking feeling

I’m stuck-up

But I’m poor

I’m arrogant

But broke

Humble Pie is not at all sweet

I have high hopes

Watching other people smile

And smoke

Though MY pipe dreams

Are Very Much Undeferred

Undeterred

I shovel through the obstacles

Headed Steadfastly Toward The Light

Nose Lowered To Receive Assistance

From Friends In Low Places

Trying To Place The Faces

Forget The Names

They’re All The Same

Sorry.

Cut Me Another Slice Of Humble Pie

Trying Not To Think

I’m Better

Our Beloved Messenger (PBUH)

Taught Us To Be

“Humble Yet Commanding”

I Go From A Pedestal

To The Mud

In 2 Seconds Flat

Bi-Polarity

Is Only Fun Half of the Time

The Other Half Is Spent

Trying To Remember What The 1st 1/2 Felt Like

And Trying To Return

LEIMERT PARK FOLKS

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ARTSY

HOMELESS

PLAYER or PIMP

HARD TO TELL

MUSICIANS – Dime a Dozen

WINOS – the same….

STYLISHLY FASHIONABLE “Smoker Ladiez”

VIRGIL – “THE VILLAGE CRIER”

SHABAZZ CATERERS WHO AREN’T MUSLIM

FAKE MUSLIMS

MOORS

NGEs

ONE FIVE PERCENTER (PRT_ME) 😉

MASONS

HOMIES

CASUAL OBSERVERS

BEAN SOUP SCIENTISTS

HYPOCRITES

AGENTS

SODOMITES

PERMANENTLY UNDERGROUND EMCEES

HIP-HOP HEADZ

PREDATORS

PREY

TRY TO STAY AFLOAT

FAMILIAR FACES (Boring)

NEW FACES (White)

U.N.W.E.L.C.O.M.E.!

MONEY-HUNGRY MERCHANTS CANNIBALIZING CULTURE

DEVIL-LOVERS COMMERCIALIZING OFF MY (OUR) HERITAGE

SEARCHING DESPERATELY

FOR A

SILVER LINING

NO HOLE IN MY PENNY YET

JUST WAITING TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT

BUT MOESHA IS LONG-GONE

THINKING ABOUT MOVING

NOWHERE TO BE FOUND

M.I.A.

JUST A FADED MEMORY

Just a memory….

SEPARATION OR DEATH!

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The Spiritual Properties of OLIVE OIL

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olive-oil-being-poured-into-a-bowl

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Sisters & Brothers

Anyone who knows me knows I used to swear by Shea Butter, especially when my son was little. I used to use it for cuts, scrapes, burns and whatnot. It even worked when I put it on my cheek in the event of a toothache! And it’s skin softening properties go without saying.

However, I had a Muslim Brother (r.i.p.) who once told me that his mom used to swear by Olive Oil in the same way I used Shea Butter. I never forgot that little jewel even though I kept using the Shea Butter.

Well, after becoming homeless, the Shea Butter was much less accessible and the Olive Oil started looking pretty appealing. So, I bought some in the Shea Butter’s stead and was and am very pleased with the results.

Not to mention “The Good Samaritan” qualities associated with it. Right? I’ve been carrying it around with me and have had the opportunity to share it with people I’ve come in contact with who needed a little salve. I also seem to recall it being used by Prophet Isa (Jesus) on somebody’s feet or whatnot and also in other places throughout the Bible. So one would have to conclude that Olive Oil is not only good for physical healing but spiritual healing as well.

I bear witness.

After applying it to my skin after showering, and I must add here, that it is not at all greasy, as you might think – not nearly as greasy as Shea Butter. You can apply it to your hands and then pick up a book and not leave a fingerprint!

But back to its spiritual healing properties…. After applying it to my whole body, I went about my business as usual. Shortly thereafter, an event occurred that under regular circumstances would have really discomfited me.

But just as my blood started to heat, I could physically feel the Olive Oil I had applied on my skin begin to go to work, and I immediately began to feel a sense of calmness over my whole body!

It was unbelievable but true, Sisters and Brothers. I felt relaxed and at peace, whereas otherwise I would have felt agitated and annoyed and I knew it was only due to the Spiritual Healing Properties of the Olive Oil I had applied. Al Hamdulillah!

I carry the small bottle in my purse and have decided when (if) I make my body butter again to only use Olive Oil as my oil.

But, I’ll probably just keep on using the pure Olive Oil. I like the perks! 😀

In the Bible (Esther) the women were prepared for marriage by using oils.

As-Salaam-Alaikum!

p.s. I only use the Extra Virgin  ^.^

It is also nice to add fresh ROSEMARY to give it a sweet smell,
Or you can always purchase flavored Extra Virgin Olive Oil. I’m using lemon flavored right now and it’s fab!

Sadness In Your Smile….

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I See It

And

Know

That

I

Am

The

Cause

😦

Your Eyes Don’t Have That Shine Anymore, Baby

What Happened To The Sparkle In Your Smile? 😦

You Don’t Even Look Happy When You’re Smiling….

You’ve Lost Your Glow, Sweet Honey-Stick –

And I’m The ONLY ONE Who Can Return It –

It Makes Me Sad To See You Look So Sad When You’re Smiling

You Need Me

To Make You Smile (Happy)

In Your Eyes….

I Saw It The Last Time I Saw You. 😀

It Fills My Heart With Joy –

My Knees Get Weak –

My Insides Turn To Melted Butter –

The Belly Butterflies Start To Flutter –

& When Our Gazes Mingle

We Both Get That Tingle….

That Only The Other Can Inspire

You Set My Heart Afire

I’m Back-Flipping On A High-Wire

Our Hearts Race Like Cheetahs

And Love Runs Just As Wild & Free

I Carouse Through The City

Hoping I’ll See THE Smile

That I Haven’t Seen In Quite Awhile

Not Since The Last Time I Saw You 😉

Stevie Wonder Can See

The Sadness In Your Smile

Your Eyes Belie Your Grin

Your Sadness From My Sin

I Know You Too, Sugar-Pie

I’m Sorry

&

Whether You Want To Admit It

Or Not

You Need Me

ALLENSWORTH, CALIFORNIA

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As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Asiatic Black Sisters & Brothers 😉

A few years ago my son and I were lucky enough to be a part of an expedition that traveled from Los Angeles to the remains of the historic all-Black California city of ALLENSWORTH.

You may be familiar with the John Singleton movie about the all-Black township, “Rosewood,” or about the all-Black town, Greenwood, Oklahoma aka “Black Wall Street”. Well, there were several ALL-BLACK towns, at one time, all across America! The first one to be incorporated that was also immortalized in Zora Neale Hurston’s novel which was made into an HBO movie, starring none other than Miss Halle Berry – Their Eyes Were Watching God – was the town of Eatonville, Florida. It is also the only one I know of that is still in existence today.

All the others met the same fate – destroyed overtly or covertly by the American devil slavemasters and their children, who cannot stand to see their once-slaves living independently.

The founder of  Allensworth, Allen Allensworth was killed in a suspicious motorcycle accident while out soliciting more residents for his burgeoning metropolis, which was followed by construction of a railway through the town which brought about its ultimate demise.

For more information on Allensworth,, click here.

DAVID WALKER’S APPEAL

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As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Asiatic Black Sisters! (and Brothers 😉 )

I am so happy that I have been blessed with the ability to study Black History at the college level. I learned the shameful history of the American white people toward their Black slaves to an extent that is and will never be taught in primary nor secondary school. Al Hamdulillah!

I also learned of Black resistance to slavery which is only taught among a certain section of Black intelligentsia outside of college, but the majority of so-called American Negroes are not privy to such a wealth of information.

Most may have not even heard of Nat Turner whose armed rebellion caused terror in the hearts of the devils to such an extent that they enacted several laws prohibiting the mere congregation of two or more Black people across the country.

As a journalist, I am a firm believer that “The pen is mightier than the sword.” And, am convinced of the truth that if you control a man’s mind, you can convince him to kill whomever you want him to kill. Swords don’t kill by themselves. :/

Therefore, I’m sure you can imagine my enthusiasm and excitement when I learned about Brother David Walker.

All Praise is due to Allah for the Internet! When I was in college, the Internet was still fairly new, so I was not able to read Brother David’s Appeal at that time. However, I just looked it up and found the entire document and he had me at the title page.

Please, in the wake of Ferguson and Baltimore, read this document that was written nearly one hundred years ago. We still have not learned that we must stand up like decent and intelligent men and women and defend ourselves from the brutal hand of our enemy, in order to be respected in the eyes of our children and the world.

The slavemaster will not teach you of Brother David Walker, who propagated armed resistance against slavery in a time when most Blacks were advocating litigation to bring about an end to the institution.

We see today, that litigation does not work. We are still slaves to America. Their Emancipation Proclamation only removed the shackles, but did not free us IN DEED. We are still slaves to America and will remain her slaves until we have what she has – our own land which will give us the means to produce for ourselves the necessities of life.

Now remember, Allah Has Power over the weapons. He Created the steel out of which the weapons are made. His Messenger (Peace Be Upon Him) taught us that we should not carry weapons because we are more likely to use them against our own Brothers and Sisters. And, it reads in the Holy Qur’an that we should Never Be the Aggressor but to Defend Ourselves if Attacked. We Must Seek JUSTICE For Ourselves, Brothers and Sisters, against the heartless devil slavemaster’s children or We Might As Well Go Out and Commit Suicide.

WWW.PBS.ORG/WBGH.AIA/PART4

HOW TO HARVEST YOUR OWN WHEAT

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As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Sisters & Brothers 😉

Growing up, I used to always get hurt and annoyed by those little brown things that would get stuck in my socks and stick me on my ankles. Well, I recently found out that those annoying little buggers are wheat granules! Wheat grows wild like crazy out here in L.A.

Growing our own food, canning and other means of becoming self-sufficient are areas in which we should be masters, so I checked out a book from the library a while back and it illustrated the means of harvesting wheat and it is very simple.

Our Beloved Messenger (PBUH) taught us that whole wheat makes the best bread. So, I thought I would share this tut from YT with my Beloved Asiatic Family. You can use a coffee grinder to grind the wheat into flour. Enjoy! And, leave a comment and let me know how you went about the process and how well it turned out for you! 😀

As-Salaam-Alaikum!

PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR

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We Wear the Mask

We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
       We wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
       We wear the mask!
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Sisters (& Brothers 😉 )
If you have been following my blog, you know that I am very fond of The Harlem Renaissance and as a Black homemaker and homeschooler, we must educate our children on their own history. So, I am going to share with you my studies into The Harlem Renaissance and its “players.”
Being from L.A. and an avid jazz lover, I am particularly proud of the Dunbar Hotel on Central Avenue. So much so, that when I found out about a musical concerning the famous historic site, I went to any means so that I could be a part of the audience.
The musical featured a “Dunbar” character and it really piqued my interest in the man.
I Googled him and learned that he died before the said Harlem Renaissance even began, but he undoubtedly, like the owners of his namesake hotel, influenced many of its writers.

Biography of Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar poetDunbar was born in Dayton, Ohio to parents who had escaped from slavery; his father was a veteran of the American Civil War, having served in the 55th Massachusetts Infantry Regiment and the 5th Massachusetts Colored Cavalry Regiment. His parents instilled in him a love of learning and history. He was a student at an all-white high school, Dayton Central High School, and he participated actively as a student. During high school, he was both the editor of the school newspaper and class president, as well as the president of the school literary society. Dunbar had also started the first African-American newsletter in Dayton.He wrote his first poem at age 6 and gave his first public recital at age 9. Dunbar’s first published work came in a newspaper put out by his high school friends Wilbur and Orville Wright, who owned a printing plant. The Wright Brothers later invested in the Dayton Tattler, a newspaper aimed at the black community, edited and published by Dunbar.

His first collection of poetry, Oak and Ivy, was published in 1892 and attracted the attention of James Whitcomb Riley, the popular “Hoosier Poet”. Both Riley and Dunbar wrote poems in both standard English and dialect. His second book, Majors and Minors (1895) brought him national fame and the patronage of William Dean Howells, the novelist and critic and editor of Harper’s Weekly. After Howells’ praise, his first two books were combined as Lyrics of Lowly Life and Dunbar started on a career of international literary fame. He moved to Washington, D.C., in the LeDroit Park neighborhood. While in Washington, he attended Howard University.

His wife Alice Dunbar Nelson was a famous poet as well. A graduate of Dillard University in New Orleans, her most famous works include a short story entitled “Violets”. She and her husband also wrote books of poetry as companion pieces. An account of their love, life and marriage was depicted in a play by Kathleen McGhee-Anderson titled Oak and Ivy.

He kept a lifelong friendship with the Wrights, and was also associated with Frederick Douglass and Booker T. Washington. Brand Whitlock was also described as a close friend. He was honored with a ceremonial sword by President Theodore Roosevelt.

He wrote a dozen books of poetry, four books of short stories, five novels, and a play. He also wrote lyrics for In Dahomey – the first musical written and performed entirely by African-Americans to appear on Broadway in 1903; the musical comedy played successfully toured England and America over a period of four years – one of the more successful theatrical productions of its time. His essays and poems were published widely in the leading journals of the day. His work appeared in Harper’s Weekly, the Saturday Evening Post, the Denver Post, Current Literature and a number of other publications. During his life, considerable emphasis was laid on the fact that Dunbar was of pure black descent, with no white ancestors ever.

Dunbar’s work is known for its colorful language and use of dialect, and a conversational tone, with a brilliant rhetorical structure.

Dunbar traveled to England in 1897 to recite his works on the London literary circuit. He met the brilliant young black composer Samuel Coleridge-Taylor who some of his poems to music and who was influenced by Dunbar to use African and American Negro songs and tunes in future compositions.

After his return, Dunbar took a job at the Library of Congress in Washington. In 1900, Dunbar was diagnosed with tuberculosis, and moved to Colorado with his wife on the advice of his doctors. Dunbar died at age thirty-three on February 9, 1906 from tuberculosis, and was interred in the Woodland Cemetery, Dayton, Ohio.