WEIGHING THE POSSIBILTIES

There are many overweight people who are healthy and agile. Some can be 40, 50, or 60 pounds overweight with perfect blood pressure (120/80), low cholesterol, and free of diabetes. For me, seven years ago was physically a dark time. Being petite at 52, my weight reached my lifetime maximum nearly 250lbs. There were times that I walked in agony because of the weight overpowering my feet. Also,...

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TAKE CARE OF THAT MENTAL WEIGHT

This was before my constant walking, trying to eat RIGHT and suffering a mini-stroke. I had lost weight before. I lost 75lbs. I wore a size 16. To some women, being a 16 is comfortable. For years, I was very comfortable w/ my body. Being five feet two, some say I was stocky, not obese. But others inside and outside of my family had an ongoing pressure for me to lose some weight.. That led...

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DANTE AND DHARMA, PARTS I. II. AND III

PART I..... Young girl, young girl who are you? You're sitting in the beauty shop while your kids needs shoes Young girl, young girl what did you day? You teach your kids the Bible, but you inhale sweet plants everyday Young girl, young girl didn't you hear? The silent cries of young ones wanting to hold you dear Young girl, young girl didn't you know? Without you their tender mind...

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A KISS: THAT EXTRAORDINARY TALE

I wanna be kiss as if I'm being kissed for the first time I wanna feel his soft lips onto mine I wanna feel that electricity shoot through my spine And feel a sincere pleasure; enough to make me cry. One kiss is all that will take for me That kiss that can make me quiver at my knees. That kiss that make my body shiver all over me. That one kiss that can put the world in slow motion. That one...

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DANIELLA'S STORY

........Daniella's Story............My name is Daniella and I'm seven years old.....I'm going to tell you something that happened to me a long time ago.....I was playing with my baby dolls on a rainy April night.....While my Mommy and Daddy was in a heated fight.....Using my imagination, as I sat on the living room floor,....I heard the slaps on my Mommy inside the kitchen door.....The yelling and...

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I AM SOMEBODY.....I AM A SURVIVOR

i am a survivorfrom a blanketeddark pastchards of painthat cut throughlike ridged glassall the piece shatteredagoeach represent a piecefrom rape,molestation,and feeling so alonelemme get the broomof lifeand collect the chardstogetherjigaw puzzle 'eminto something worthwhileturns the frownssombernessinto a joyous smileslook at the negative likea chapterovercoming the tearsand reverse 'em to laughterempower...

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SPREAD LOVE

Sexy & Romantic glitter graphics from Sexi Luv.comI love you are the wordscan cure a broken soulsay it loudsay it proudscream all it aroundlet the words radiate from your lipsflying high soaring like an eagle in the skyinfectiously spreadingjoy to one after anothercontinuously repetitivelyuntil...

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PURR-FECK-SHUN IS NOT PERFEKSHON

pur-fect-shun is a facadeto an existenceno one is perfeckjust a mere fingerprintof their ownsome are fat withchubby rolessome are skinny fromtheir big headto their crooked toessome are not happywith their wide nosesome wishtheir tittieswas smallersome wish they would be supermodeltallersome imaginehaving D cupswhile some want to be that pin-up..we all want to be purrr-feckbecause acceptance is desiredsuperficialilityis...

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IF LOVE CAN COME MY WAY (MY WORDS)

If love could come my way., I would write an amazing collection of words.Words that would describe my feelings that burst inside.Words that can gently brings tears to my eyes.Words leaving me inhaling and exhale with a quiet sigh.Words can make a woman go speechless.Words can make a man go breathless.I want my words to subtly paint my emotionsBut still understand that I'm falling under a hypnotic...

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FREEDOM IS....

..">She worked in the fieldas tribulationand perspiration hasbecome a commonplace.leered as a second-classcitizen because of her raceskin as rich as a cocoa bean,working under the brutal sundiverging her mahogany beauty.tireless wonder looked upto the sunutterthe Lord's Prayerwanting a miracle breezethrough...

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A CHANCE MEETING

EDITED NOTE: IN HONOR OF DR. MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR, I AM REPOSTING THIS POEM THAT I WRITTEN A YEAR AGO. MLK DAY SHOULD BE MORE THAN JUST AFRICAN AMERICANS HONORING KING'S LEGACY...JANUARY 21, 2008, DR. KING'S NATIONAL HOILDAY, SHOULD BE FOR ALL AMERICANS...ALSO, TOMORROW SHOULD BE MORE THAN JUST ANOTHER DAY OFF. TAKE TIME TO THINK OF WHAT YOU CAN DO MAKE SOMEONE ELSE WHO IS NEED TO MAKE THEIR...

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THE CALM AFTER THE CELEBRATION

It was a late chilly night and a slender man was sitting near the grassy lawn underneath the radiant moonlight He was soaking his latest achievement a pinnacle in his career, a milestone for the ages. The man sits in a wonder, even he could not believe it. Then from nowhere a stranger walked nearby A figure that the man could not recognize The...

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I WAS ONCE.....

I was once diving into a swamp of despair....I waved my hands to the world, and....Yet no one didn’t see me....No one did not care....The more I fought, the more sink....Like quicksand....I was fallen deep ...... ..I was once filled with radiant innocence....From my plaited hair....To my tiny little...

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IMANI'S BALLAD

Imagine this you, confessing an undying affection; testify your love; devoting your heart to your signficant other. In the title, instead of "Unique's Ballad", make it (e.g., Yalonda's Ballad). Favorite Blog #2 your my harmony to a beautiul note a tune that hums softly into my soul a crescendo escalade into my heart rising the scales of passion harmonizing subtly sweetly completely into me a...

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FACING MY SHATTERED PAST

Nearly 25 years ago, my innocence was shattered. As a 10-year-old, I was vibrant and full of spirit. I loved people and life itself. I remembered that I used to smile regardless of any occasion. Unfortunately, my smile and innocence were abruptly taken away by an uncle that I had trusted. Before he...

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CARAMELZED SWEETNESS

My caramelized sweetness is from my gifted crown to my tireless feet. My black skin is nothing to be feared. I am a product of teachers…preachers…and sharecroppers; folks who help shaped this nation….Don’t judge me because my skin is different; darkness maybe defined as an undesirable trepidation, but so is falsehoods and misinterpretations… My caramelized sweetness is captivating not because of...

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