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He is known as a Mighty King..Roaming through the fields soaked in the blood of ancient ancestral lands. Many have tried to TEST his Will..But simply could not shake his stance. But, just to gaze upon the beauty that is beheld by his "Lioness"
May cause his mind to lose focus and to wonder, Only then will he slip into a State from bring a Mighty King into a "Lion Conquered" So, to all my PRECIOUS NUBIAN WARRIORS, Let me hear your ROOOOOOAAR! Make your Presence Known and put an End to HIS-Story of MisCONception, Know that when U look for someone to change this sad state of our people, the Mirror is showing the shadow of your Reflection! Now, as you walk this Narrow path My Lion, REMEMBER there is One thing you should Neva forget to do! Take Thy Lioness by the Hand and clear the path and let her proceed in front of you!!!

From the Desk of Auset

Peace and Love to all in the '07!

White Nationalism Put U In Bondage

White nationalism is what put you in bondage

Pirate and vampires like Columbus, Morgan, and Darwin

Drank the blood of the sheep, trampled all over them with

Steel, tricks and deceit.

Nothing has changed take a look in our streets

The mis-education of she and Hegro - leaves you on your knee2grow

Black lands taken from your hands, by vampires with no remorse

They took the gold, the wisdom and all of the storytellers

They took the black women, with the black man weak

Made to watch as they changed the paradigm

Of our village

They killed the blind, they killed the lazy, they went

So far as to kill the unborn baby

Yeah White nationalism is what put you in bondage

Pirates and vampires like Columbus, Morgan, and Darwin

They drank the blood of the sheep, trampled all over them with

Steel laden feet, throw in the tricks alcohol and deceit.

Nothing has changed take a look at our streets.

With the mis-education of she and Hegro leaves you on your knee2grow

With the mis-education of the Negro, leaves you on your knees2grow.

Autum Ashante'

ROOT

One tree, same friut.
Same seed , one root.
I am you, you are me.
We are from the same root.
He's in us, we're in him.
One tree bears the same fruit.

We all face the same truth. Immortal insomnia.
We are all friuts of the same seed.
We all have the need to feed on the same thing.
We all are bound to be led by greed.
We all are bound to be led by realization and corrections.
We all are bound to be led by dissention.
We all are bound to be led by our need for protection.

We are one tree, same fruit.
Same seed, one root.
I am you, you are me.
We are from the same root.
He's in us, we're in him.
One tree bears the same fruit.

One of a kind, we are kin.
Someway, somehow, we are here in the now.
Can we look at each other and not hesitate to bow?
Can we stand beside each other and not be foul?
'Cuz see, we belong.
Same melody, same beat, same tune, same song.
We are just different performers on the same stage.

One tree, same fruit.
One seed, same root.
I am you, you are me.
We are from the same ROOT.
Yetunde Orungbemi
Copywrite'07

Why Women Cry

A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman," she told him.

"I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will."

Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"

"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry..

Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"

God said

"When I made the woman she had to be special.

I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world,

yet gentle enough to give comfort.

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.

And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."

"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."

Please send this to ten beautiful women you know today. If you do, something good will happen - You will

BY: ~~Netert ~Nunet~~

Love
Are you fleeing from Love because of a single humiliation?
What do you know of Love except the name?
Love has a hundred forms of pride and disdain,
and is gained by a hundred means of persuasion.
Since Love is loyal, it purchases one who is loyal:
it has no interest in a disloyal companion.
The human being resembles a tree; its root is a covenant with God:
that root must be cherished with all one's might.
A weak covenant is a rotten root, without grace or fruit.
Though the boughs and leaves of the date palm are green,
greenness brings no benefit if the root is corrupt.
If a branch is without green leaves, yet has a good root,
a hundred leaves will put forth their hands in the end.
~Rumi

Harriet Tubman didn’t take no stuff
Wasn’t scared of nothing neither
Didn’t come in this world to be no slave
And wasn’t going to stay one either

“Farewell!” she sang to her friends one night
She was mighty sad to leave ‘em
But she ran away that dark, hot night
Ran looking for her freedom

She ran to the woods and she ran through the woods
With the slave catchers right behind her
And she kept on going till she got to the North
Where those mean men couldn’t find her

Nineteen times she went back South
To get three hundred others
She ran for her freedom nineteen times
To save Black Sisters and Brothers
Harriet Tubman didn’t take no stuff
Wasn’t scared of nothing neither
Didn’t come in this world to be no slave
And didn’t stay one either

~~~~~Eloise Greenfield ~~~~
Paying Homage to a Strong Nubian Woman
Her Courage will not be forgotten!
~Auset~

I Feel Like Crying! Kamal Imani © April 10, 2007

Right now I feel like crying because
I feel like we are being attacked from all sides
And deteriorating from within and some of us don’t even know who
we and us is.

But I’m ok.
I’m ok now that I realize that the Bill Bennetts, Mark Fuhrmans, Kramers and Don Imus’ aren’t going to stop hating and degrading our people.

I feel like crying.

But now it’s more of a war cry
A tears of joy cry
A…I won’t wipe my eye cry
Until the children see that it’s finally time cry
Time to overthrow white supremacy by any means necessary.
I will feel like crying and sometimes cry when I see pimps in the pulpit
Just doing the same ol song and dance
Predictable
Like when you know what the milk toast reverend chickenfoot is going to say at the funeral
He might even shed a crocodile tear with you
Until you’re gone and he count’s his money in the back of the funeral parlor
Yes, I feel like I wanna cry
And it makes me wanna holla.
How we call ourselves religious but worship the golden calf dollar.
Now I like money but Africans should never put capitalism, materialism, narcissism and individualism over COMMUNALISM!
Family first.
We need a new family reunion and when the family comes back together
I will forever cry
Tears of JOY!

LISTEN TO THE CRIES OF DARFUR WHERE GOD IS BECOMING EXTINCT FASTER THAN REPTILES
BUT THIS ISN'T ABOUT REPTILES
BUT MAN'S INHUMANITY TO MAN,
WHERE HUMANITARIANISM HAS BECOME SYNONOMOUS WITH ABORTIONS
LIKE WORLD PEACE HAS BECOME SYNONOMOUS WITH ABANDONED BABIES
BURIED IN BONEFIELDS
WHERE BODIES ARE RECYCLED INTO BIOLOGICAL WARFARE,
FROM SMALLPOX TO HEPITITIS B'S
FROM GREEN MONKEY'S TO INJECTING MOSQUITOS WITH HIV'S,
FROM STERILITY TO INJECTING CHEMICALS INTO OUR GENES
FROM BIRTH CONTROL TO CIRCUMCISED DREAMS
IF WE DON'T LISTEN TO DARFUR THEN WE'LL SEE THE NEXT GENERATION ETHNICALLY CLEANSED
LIKE AFRICANS MASSACRED ON THE ALTERS
OF GERMAN SLAUGHTER CAMPS,
DARFURIANS DA VINCI CODED ON THE SANDS OF DARFUR GOT ME THEORIZING ABOUT HITLERS SUICIDE
LIKE...DID HE REALLY COMMITT SUICIDE
OR REINCARNATE HIMSELF INTO SUDANESE APARTHEID,
PARADIGMS OF GENOCIDE
THEY SAY HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF BUT THE TRUTH IS THESE DEVILS GOT THIS SHIT ON REWIND,
SIGNS OF THE TIMES
FROM DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE
TO A DECLARATION OF GENOCIDE,
FROM HARLEM TO PALISTINE THIS
IS JUST ANOTHER CASE OF BLACK FOLKS BEING GENTRIFIDE,
MALTHUSIAN THEORIES ARABATIZED
WHERE JANJAWEEDS ARE DESERT STORMING THRU THE HOODS OF DARFUR ON HORSEBACK
WITH HOLY KITABS TUCKED UNDER THEIR ARMS
IF YOU COULD LOOK INTO THE EYES OF MUHAMMAD YOU'D SEE THIS BEEN GOING ON SINCE BILAL USED TO CALL THE ADHAN,
BEFORE JESUS BECAME VIRGIN BORN
FROM RWANDA TO SOWETO WE'VE BEEN SUFFERING SIMILAR SCORN,
WHETHER IT'S ZENOPHOBIA CLOTHED IN EUROPEAN NECKTIES OR JIM CROW WITH A TURBAN ON,
UNTOLD TRUTH THAT'S WHY WE DON'T REALLY SEE WHATS GOING ON,
LIKE LADY JUSTICE STANDING ON A BROKEN SCALE WITH BLIND FOLDS ON
OR LIKE TIRED THOUGHTS
WE JUST SIMPLY SHUT OUR EYES,
BUT YOU CAN'T TELL ME THIS AINT GENOCIDE WHEN FOUR HUNDRED THOUSAND BABIES HAVE BEEN MASSACRED BEFORE GOD

By: KARAST IS

Black Woman of The Universe

I am the Black Women of the Universe
I come in many colors and shades
I am the incubator
of all Gods Creations
And who stands by me is my King
I felt the pain of Civilization
I sing no victim song
I sing of Rebirth
I know where my voice belong
I am the blackberry wine
un-cut. Sweet as the nectar
That comes from the vine.
Which the blood of my ancestors
Run through my vain
hold the key to mans legacy
As his History is written within me.
I am the eyes that he may see
I am the steps that he may lead
I am the laughter when they are tears
I am the bridge that he must cross
I am the incubator of his seeds
I am the breast that he may lean
I am the beauty
I am the Universal Nubian Queen
One God, One Love, One Peace

Jacqueline Amos
cc.write 2001

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