Sigh

I get tired of fighting by myself, sometimes I want someone to fight for me. I pray and keep the faith, but sometimes I want someone here with me on the battlefield. Holding my hand, or even going before me as the first line of defense, leading the charge. I want you to fight for me, because I get tired of fighting by myself.

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Don't Quit

Don't Quit 

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And when you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but don't you quit.


Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don't give up though the pace seems slow,
you may succeed with another blow. 


Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victors cup,
And he learned too late when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.


Success is failure turned inside out,
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit,
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.


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I will wait for you.....

My cousin popped up in fb chat with the link for this video, and said "this is to make you feel better, to let you know that God will send you Mr Right. So you will wait on him for him."
This video is not new to me, I have seen it before on blogs and around the internet, but who it came from and the message it came with touched me. Listen and enjoy.

Summer House Happenins: Jill Scott and Common reading at the white house poetry night

Listen and enjoy 

Autumn House happenings: I'm tired in my spirit.

I'm tired

not physically tired

spiritually tired

I'm tired of all these women who dont want to fight for themselves,

I'm tired of being upset on their behalf when man of all races and hues regale me with tales

of them

it feels like I am the only one fighting

and I cannot fight for you

if you don t want to fight for yourself

so many beautiful women are just reduced to a bang or a fuck.

I am tired of being upset on your behalf when these men ridicule you and call you derogatory names.

I am tired, are you not tired?

I need to rest.

A original poem By Kae-Toya Lee-Bramble