Innocence Lost

Robbers! Thieves!

We have robbed the young of their innocence!

“Let them distribute them”, you shout; without even thinking about the repercussions of your statements.

“Yes let them have it… give it to them so that if they are doing it, they will do it safely”

Do we even realize what we have subjected our sons and daughters to,

We have given license to them to go ahead and dance the tango before they understand the steps.

Sex is something that not just one party, but both parties who partake in the act must enjoy.

Vaginas are not receptacles for male stimulations and penises are not wands that must be poked into every hole available.

The act of sex should be done with the underlining understanding that both parties must be pleased at the end of it,

Not that the male must erupt and dispense, while the female is left to wipe up herself after the male is finished.

Sex is an intimate dance, where two bodies are intertwined, which is not limited to the physical.

Emotions, spirits and minds are locked into one purpose – pleasing the other partner.

But what do we expect of our children, if we ourselves do not understand its intricacies.

Many times we have boast or felt proud about “knocking up dat one” or being “slapped up by that one”.

We have prostituted our bodies and have not requested pay,

We have claimed to enjoy sex, when we have not even tasted its luscious and succulent fruits.

But why not leave the children out of this,

Leave them to their naivety,

Save their innocence.

But no… we express our ignorance in songs and in movies,

We subject our children to crassness and think “dem fi kno dem tings ere”.

Look at them now,

What are the statistics?

Many of our daughters, starting from age eleven have children,

Many of our children are suffering from HIV/AIDS or have herpes, gonorrhea and syphilis.

And what about their mental states?

How can we convince ourselves that our children are fine, when they are engaging themselves in something that is way beyond the natural?

Instead of dealing with the cut, we wipe it with “sex education” and put on the band-aid of “condom distribution”.

So while the hurt and pain fester up, we as adults pat ourselves on the back for a job well done.

Job well done… we have lost their innocence!

Rambling

• Indeed, no sense in dispensing aqueous humor over things in the past. Better to store those events for future reference.
• Once there is life there is still hope; well... if u give a damn.
• Face things head on, makes no sense to run away from them, they'll back you into a corner another day.
• Find peace first with urself then pray for peace to deal with others.
• The beginning of an understanding of oneself brings revelation that is a lamp unto thy path
• Face ur fears with a machete... Said another way: prepare urself mentally before facing your fears.
• You cannot run away from urself, believe me i've tried.
• Prepare for the worst and hope for the best.

Risks

Two scenarios, two options

Scenario 1:

I could rip my heart out, place it on a platter between a burger bun, add tomatoes, lettuce, cheese and mayo, with some fries and a drink on the side.

Would you:

• Pick out my heart, wash it off and put it on a pedestal with a protective shield around it? or would you
  
• Pick up my heart burger and sink your teeth in it bursting all veins and arteries, squeezing my four chambered heart into a mushy fluid, which passes through your system as fast as you can eat it?

Scenario 2:

I could slowly remove my clothing and stand before you as bear as I can spill my guts.

Would you:

• Run out of the room to call your friends to come have a look? or would you
• Cover my shivering body with trust and confidentiality?

Which do you choose?

No Rasta Roun Here!!

Yahweh I will praise,
Selassie died long time.
Rasta I am not,
But an Empress in my time.

Confessions of a Young Black Woman

As I lay here I’m caught up in a world that promises so much and I linger in the thoughts of what lays ahead, the unknown. Then I drift off in a sudden love affair that is so smooth, no flaws. I try to figure things out but somehow your motions and emotions catch me off guard, your words sound like music to my ears. Little by little your face becomes a recurrent image in my mind and the thoughts of you bring me joy. The more I spend time with you the more I’m caught in your web of deception, and never would I have thought that I would be caught drowning in a sea of shame and memories I would like to have never created.
What have you done to me? Your eyes have said much, your action towards me has opened a world in which I’m not ready or prepared for but here I am before this door standing with my hands over my eyes, my mind in turmoil, my heart ready to fail, but I can’t give up. I’m forced to enter and life is no longer promising but is a nightmare I wish I didn’t have to face. Every image of you brings hatred and fear of the possibilities of our interaction. Fear for the things that might occur, which were to occur but didn’t happen. You know, starting where we left off. But then there is hatred so thick my mind cannot deal with, an anger which developed because of things I became aware of, things you carried me through because of your own pleasure. A question remains: “You knew all of this would happen; you were aware that this is what you wanted even before I got to know you?” Now my world is in a fits and I jump up, awaken by confusion and mental depression. Was this real; was it a fantasy or vision of what lies ahead? I look around and start to become aware of my environment. My eyes adjust to the light then, suddenly a familiar figure emerges.

To be continued…

{September 7, 2005}

Quote

"The question of love is one that cannot be evaded. Whether or not you claim to
be interested in it, from the moment you are alive you are bound to be
concerned with love, because love is not just something that happens to you: It
is a certain special way of being alive. Love is, in fact, an intensification
of life, a completeness, a fullness, a wholeness of life."

--Thomas Merton

Mind, Heart, Body and Spirit

If only he knew that my mind smiles at the thought of he and me,
How we could be until eternity.

If only he knew that my heart skips at the thought of his eyes piercing into mine,
As time floats by, but to we time ceased to be.

If only he knew that my body aches at the thought of his tender touch and warmth he will provide,
As we watch the sun go down with nothing but nature around.

If only he knew my spirit was pleased at the thought of him, just being he,
Spiritually intuned with The Frequency.

But all of these are just thoughts I have,
And the reality is..., we have never met.

Afraid

... that I love him,
... that he loves me.
... that it can work,
... that it shouldn't.
... that he's serious,
... that i'm joking.
... that it won't work because of me,
... that we'll part, again because of me.
... of what people might think.
... that he can be the best thing in my life,
... that he is already.
... to get in too deep,
... I'm already there.
... there's no explanation for all of this,
... I don't want to explain.
... that i'm afraid of being afraid when I'm already afraid.

{March 11, 2006}