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My Love Affair

You creeped in my life so unexpectedly. 

So, these questions I have for you respectfully. 

You think I’d give up, thought the I’d fail?

A deep breathe I take, slow to exhale. 

You caused me great pain, yet I’m here. 

My path broken but I’ll persevere

Had to find myself, I was going through some things..

The constant pain I take, made spread my wings

 The irony and process of pain is a lot, – I’ll admit

As we sit down, converse and even allow ourselves to get comfortable with it.

This thing with “YOU” shook me to my core,

I knew eventually I would overcome better than before (I would endure).

Other than the scars you left me to bare, I knew I wouldn’t miss our love affair…

AND honestly didn’t care.

All the tears I shed, I wont let YOU see

Time eventually will heal the wounds you left for me. 

Where did you come from? How did you get here?….

What is it “YOU” that I fear?

I pray once more I can endure.

Five years later, for another encore

Thought We were over……..Thought We were done 

Little did I know, we had just begun

My fight with YOU was a good one—-I fought.

Dealing with YOU once more, wasn’t even a thought

Didn’t enter my mind ……you could bring so much strife

How do I proceed with you in my life?

All that comes with you, All the flaws

My emotions all over, I hesitate with great pause

Tears filled my eyes as I calculate my next move. This is a battle I cant afford to lose.

This broken relationship wasn’t part of my life goal

But understanding the pain it’s caused …..will strengthen my soul.

Guidance and time, the healing has begun  

My Faith never stronger , cant be undone

I look above of what guided me through.

Over is My love affair with you; Cancer I BEAT you.

***To all who has or knows someone who has suffered from Breast Cancer or any type of Cancer. My love. Thoughts and Support goes out to YOU. Keep your head up, You are stronger than Cancer.

Donna Hammond

What’s the Hour of the Night?

Queen Mother Audley Moore, July 27, 1950

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After four score years of freedom, our so-called leaders say that race has made great progress and we face the dawn of day. But the day is not quite dawning. Millions of my peoples stand pleading at the bars of justice for reparations and land. We’re not free in this country and the truth is the light. So I turn to ask my watchman, what’s the hour of the night?

We died fighting for democracy. I admit this to be true, yet countless African men & women have no homes or work to do. If I wish to see the daylight or the rising of the sun, we need our self-determination our own affair to run. Since only reparations will put freedom in our sight, let us turn to ask the watchman, what’s the hour of the night?

We fought with the mighty armies when they battled with the Huns. Faced the fierce pangs of combat, heard the roar of mighty guns. But no change came in our condition when the smoke had cleared away. For the blood we shed in battle did not bring the dawn of day. All of our suffering and service left us in the same old plight. So I turn to ask my watchman what’s the hour of the night?

The whites are celebrating their freedom, a bicentennial whose praise they sing, but Africans are also jumping on board although we didn’t get a thing. We’re still struggling for integration, as though it was a glorious fight. So I’ve got to ask my watchman what’s the hour of the night? Music is an art or science in which African men reign supreme, but the story of our progress is still a vision or a dream. But we have great voices for singing, but we have no voice in court. Imagine being attacked by police dogs just to register to vote. With self-determination we would have our perfect right, so we turn to ask our watchman what’s the hour of the night?

African men boast of their religion though I wonder if they should. When you take an inventory you’ll find them not so good. We build thousands of fine churches with the dollars that we give, yet masses of our people have no decent place to live. We say God is our rich father yet we’re always in a tight. Watchman strike a match and tell me what’s the hour of the night?

Civil rights laws just for us is proof that we are not free. How could we be fooled to think we have a share in this democracy. When foreigners come here they’re made citizens by choice. Citizenship was imposed upon us, we never had a voice. The passage of the 14th amendment took away the right, so you better ask your watchman what’s the hour of the night?

Time is running out for us. A deadline we must meet to file reparation petitions and make politicians earn their seats. If we’re to win this battle every organization must join the fight, then we’ll tell our watchman what’s the hour of the night.

Wake Up Black People

This recording of Dr. Yosef Ben-Jochannan is another wake-up for brothers and sisters of the African decent, who historically and currently are being led on the wrong path. Hopefully this recording will trigger your consciousness.