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Rape Is Rape

 

I wanted to take a moment to share with you our conversation about Rape.

Nadiyah and I were amazed at some of the statistics about rape, yes, but more disappointed in the overall conversation about rape…on FaceBook.

We hope you enjoy the show…let us know what you think!!

 

Rape Is Rape 07/14 by My Rays of Light Radio | Family Podcasts.

Where Does Your Mind Go


Where does your mind go when you aren’t busy ?
What catches your eye ?
What made the first tear fall ?
Are u afraid to die ?
How much of your life
Is spent forgetting to live ?
Is it really better to receive
And harder to try and give ?
Who is that special lady ?
Whose spirit leads to that thought ?
Is your soul intact…
Or has it in fact…been bought?
What makes your heart jump
Who makes your day brighter
Who eases your mind
And makes your load lighter?
Whomever or whatever
Takes your core to the next level
Know that it is you…whom I love
And will gladly do it…forever

Who I Am


Who I am is not a physical characteristic
My skin is only a shell
A covering
Protecting all that is truly important
Who I have grown to be
Can not be measured
By the inches of man
But by the millions of stars
Which greet me every evening
And by the rays of light
Which wrap their warmth
Around my soul
Who I am…
Who I grow to be
Is more than can be seen
With the naked eye
For our eyes…
Are blinded
By ego and greed
Where our souls
Only wish to reflect
Greatness…
Upon others
Enjoy your moments
My family…
It is a gift
Don’t miss out
Simply because
You don’t like the color
Of the ribbon it is wrapped with


Embrace your moments
They are over far to fast
Create loving memories
That will forever last
Laugh away your clouds
Attract positive energy
Celebrate yourself
And all humanity
Now this may be harder
But to everyone…try to forgive
Remember it matters not
How we died…but how we lived
So sprinkle that sunshine
Through your smile and grace
You were born from greatness
It’s written all over your face
So enjoy your day
With all your might
May your life be filled with love
And your heart with light
I Love you !

Embrace


Embrace your multi facets
Hold on to who you are
I am the shining moon
Bright as the northern star
I am fire
I am ice
I am naughty
As I am nice
I can be frustrating
But I am loyal
I am as understanding
As I am royal
I am calm
Or can be a storm
Mysterious as a
Mythical unicorn
I can be as brilliant
As the Northern Lights
And will love you
With all my might
So on days when even you
Doubt who you may be
When you feel all alone
You will always have me
So smile through the darkness
Be the rainbow for others
Remember we are your
Sisters and brothers
I wish you peace…
But maybe not silence
Stand up for those
Who even seem defiant
Love love love love
With all that you have
Depend on past memories
When things are looking bad
Embrace your inner wolf
Roar like a lion
Learn to laugh out loud
When you feel like crying
Until we meet again
From my lips to the Gods above
May your days be filled with light
And your life filled with love

Some Days


Some days are harder than others
Some days the guilt of my existence
Is just overwhelming
Some days I think of her and smile
I imagine those blue eyes
Laughing when people have warred against me
Sometimes I can still see that blonde hair
Making me envious…lol
Sometimes I still smell her perfume
Some days I can still hear her words ringing in my ears
“I’m not strong enough to live without you…so God will have to take me first ”
Sometimes…I get so angry
At her self prophetic demise
She only had one fear
“I’m afraid one day I will fall asleep and never wake up ”
And one day…
She didn’t
And now all I can do
Is hope when she looks down on me
She is proud…
Of the woman I have become
Of the choices I have made
But I swear…
Missing her…
Is more painful
Than Lupus or Cancer
Bc I have survived those
But everyday
I get up
And I thank her
By living
By trying
By loving…all people
Bc sometimes…
Everyone needs that
I know I do

The Truth


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The Truth

In 2014, one year ago today.

Over 200 African girls were kidnapped while at school

The world seemed to gasp in fear and disbelief

But slowly, other new stories flogged our air waves

And eventually the thought of those innocent children

Would begin to fade away

We became concerned about Ebola

We mourned the death of Robin Williams

We became suspicious of Bill Cosby

Bobbi Kristina’s life became a headliner

And the United States was devastated by the Ferguson injustice

But in the meantime in AFRICA

The families of these 200 girls

Pleaded

Cried

Screamed

And missed

200 Missing school girls

To the media…possibly

They were just a number to be read

Perhaps they were just a statistic to be reported

Just another story to try to destroy

Our spirit

It made me weak every time I read about them

Were they even alive

We asked 6 months later

And a year later…

The chatter about their lives

Has stopped

As if these beautiful girls didn’t deserve more than

A few months of discussion

The media says we cannot handle more than one

Strong news story at a time

The media says we shouldn’t care AS MUCH

For people that do not live next door

And that would be the problem …wouldn’t it?

We rarely REALLY care about the children next door

Our thoughts are tied up in us

How we feel

Our situation

Our Pain

Our disappointments

Just think of how loved we would feel

If our Creator only thought of the needs needed for him/her

Where would the LIGHT come from

How would the LOVE change?

If we could start to think differently

Our reality would drastically evolve

And we wouldn’t have to be fed hand outs

From the news outlets

We could genuinely care about women mourning the loss of their daughters

Without judging their way of life

Without deciding all that she could have done better

If we could achieve personal harmony and peace

We could just hold the hand of one of those mothers

Look her in the eyes…

And say…I know

I know you are hurting

I know your heart is breaking

I know you feel all alone

And if you are able…

Look at her as a sister

Love her…without expectation

You might be surprised at how that love

Comes barreling back at you

I cannot imagine

What is was like to live with the horror

That those families have had to endure

And no matter what anyone says

No one deserved that fate

Seek answers… NO

Seek THE TRUTH

For My Ladies


Good Morning My Ladies,
Forgiveness is important
It restores our soul
It gives us strength
However…
If we do not forgive ourselves…
How can we genuinely
Forgive anyone else?
There is an old Afrikan proverb that tells us
Never trust a man who gives you a shirt
When he is wearing none
Forgive YOU
No matter what you may have done
We all deserve THAT kindness
We all deserve THAT kind of love
This morning, before you start your day…
Extend that white flag…to yourself
It’s okay…
YOU MATTER
And no matter what anyone else tells you
YOU ARE VALUABLE
Treasure YOU
Love yourself…
Watch how it encourages others to love you, as well
It is a true honor…just knowing you
GET TO KNOW YOURSELF
Keep in mind that NO MAN can give you
SELF WORTH
Treat yourself…to SELF LOVE
Watch your smiles multiply
My hope for you on this beautiful Friday…
Is that you will see the beauty in yourself…
That I see and appreciate in each one of you

I LOVE YOU ALWAYS

1500 Days


1500 Days

 

1500 days ago I experienced my FIRST REAL heartbreak.

1500 days ago was the first time I had noticed this emptiness in my heart.

1500 days ago was the last time her phone would call my house.

1500 days ago all our plans for the future, together, vanished.

1500 days ago…I started crying.

And all of these are true. But also:

1500 days ago I became thankful for just having known her.

1500 days ago I felt the need to share her with the world.

1500 days ago my moments with her became memories.

1500 days ago…life became more precious than silver or gold.

1500 days ago I learned how strong I REALLY am.

You see, 1500 days ago, she left this place. It was unexpected…but soon became reality.

And while the tears will still find me and often catch me off guard; I know she suffers no more.

I know that she is safe and no one can ever again cause her harm.

1500 days ago I became humbled…at how very fragile life can be.

And while I miss my sister, like nothing I have ever experienced, I know her love lifts me up.

I know she is watching over me and my family…smiling.

And sometimes when a tear rolls down my cheek unexpectedly…I swear I can feel her hand wipe it away.

So on this 1500th day…I celebrate life, love and an amazing woman.

So 1500 days later, she still makes me smile…when I think of her.

And my gift to you, on this 1500th day…embrace life.

Take no moment for granted.

Say, YES I CAN.

Then DO.

Take advantage of every opportunity you have in this life, to create a chain of hope.

Link with people…who may have given up.

Shine your light all over humanity.

Love everyone…especially YOURSELF.

You have to be strong…the world will test you.

And while I wouldn’t wish my 1500th day on ANYONE…

I made it…I am still here.

We have work to do…

For even on my 1500th day…

I love you still!

The War On Men


The War On Men

 

There is an obvious war going on against men; and the common ammunition that is being used is the degradation of women.

Somehow we have gotten off course, men and women. We spend all of our time pointing fingers and placing blame on one another…and yet seem to have NO clue, as to why our families are broken.

We, as women, can get caught up in the whole, I will never submit to a man, mentality…since we are constantly at war with man.

As women we MUST try and understand and appreciate that there is no weaker sex. We do not have to feel like or be prompted to believe that we have to compete against or with him…at anything. There is no weaker sex…we are physically, emotionally and spiritually different. We have been given different roles. And if it is the roles that are causing the problems…perhaps it is self-loathing that we are talking about and not about men.

Men cannot carry or give birth to a baby. This is one of the most difficult tasks in the natural world to perform. Yet, a woman is the only human that can carry out this task…successfully. Where is the competition? Why is there a need….that has been CREATED in us…to feel like we have to compete?

Man may have a vision for his life, but let there be no mistake…woman makes that possible.

She is the empathetic voice in his ear.

She is the curve of his strong spine.

She is the look he gets in his eyes…when his heart feels full.

We should be less concerned about submitting or being less than a man is…and be content with who we are…REALLY. Let’s not forget, our husbands, and fathers are our guardians and protectors. But the women have the daunting task of being the foundation, from which all successes will be based upon. Woman will teach your children the same lessons that their father will, but from a different angled lens. Fathers may pull out the old “Man Play Book”; but your mom will pull you close to her. She will look into your eyes and through your conversation…she will speak directly to your soul. In harmony, your parents are giving you free will. You could choose your fathers way or your mother’s advice…but really they want you to find your own way. This is what a real family looks like. They are not calling one another by inconsiderate and insulting names. They are looking at one another with care and concern…after all our children are watching us. A family is a unit, it moves and flows together…as one. The problem as I am seeing it is this: we are choosing our partners without asking probing questions…about life, love, spirituality…and a TRUE understanding about who each one is…I mean who they REALLY are. We get so caught up in the thought or idea of finally not being alone…that we give little concern as to WHO…we are no longer being alone…with.

We are human so we make mistakes…and while that is a part of our growth; it is also important to learn from that mistake or error in judgment. We can hardly blame another person for simply being who they are. And as the poet, Maya Angelou tells us, “when someone tells you who they are…believe them.”

In all conversations, I have been a part of, when it comes to degrading women…very rarely do you see anyone taking responsibility. We may get mad at the rap video industry for displaying women, half-dressed. But rarely do we place responsibility on the women who are willfully participating in these videos. It is, in my eyes, difficult to place blame on a man for making that video…when there are women still willing to hold their hands out for that paycheck.

At times we may be made to feel like we are being short changed…but that is only because …as stated earlier, that we are in an invisible competition. It is NOT you against HIM…but there has been a very clear establishment that has helped to create this thought in our minds…especially with women of color. We have all been conditioned…but it isn’t too late to open our eyes.

We must put an end to this war on men…because let us remember that it is also a war on our sons. It is a cycle of hate …and we are in the unique position to change it. Men are not the enemy, but the reality is we do not usually speak the same language.

Often sex to men…just means he got sex…whereas sex to a woman can often mean there is something deeper than what he is saying. And it COULD be that; but not always. When men have sex with women, too often we are speaking a foreign language.

We must think about what he is CLEARLY saying…as opposed to what we THINK he means. We must take time and consideration when we are judging the intentions of others. Truthfully, his only intention may be…to just have sex. But we cannot run away from these types of conversations; just because they may be painful or out of some fear of having our hearts broken.

Often we are in love with the IDEA of being in love. After all, the phrase is falling in love WITH someone. Which means you are in it WITH someone. You cannot be in love WITH someone…alone.

There is a war on man…and the family unit as a whole. After all, if he fails…we all fail. And at this juncture in life, can we afford to keep doing the same things and hoping for a different outcome? Why fly blindly, when the vision is so clear.

We cannot continually keep telling ourselves that there will be a perfect time to tell him all he needs to know. There will never be a perfect time to tell her the things you haven’t found the courage to tell her,

The perfect time is an illusion. Sharing your life with someone is risky. So it really comes down to how much you care about that person and that relationship.

And keep this in the back of your mind: if he/she is unable to understand what you are going through, perhaps they aren’t the right one for you. OR, perhaps you just dropped that BOMB on her/him, and they are just needing time to absorb and organize the thoughts.

Either way we are talking about patience, consideration, and divine love.

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