Imani Wisdom's brainchild -- Pink Noire Publications -- has been known for her unpredictable style of storytelling. Now its founder is expanding the "pink and black" brand to shine on prolific artists. From the inspirationalist, Danica Worthy to bestselling author, Stacy Deanne, Pink Noire understand these talented individuals know how to express their craft through words, song, dance, and stroke of a brush.
Monday, December 5, 2011
BLINDED TRUTH
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
READ BETWEEN THE LINES...
If you read between these lines, I hope my words can express the burning anticipation that’s been withheld for so long. The anxiety of my declaration churns from the pit of my stomach wanting to tell you in the simplest of words. Yet this utterance is more than a confession, but an unyielding deep attraction. I cannot say there’s anything more since the closure of your heart exists. Fear has become your bondage, and trust is a reciprocal feeling. It's mutuality beyond any magnetism.
Monday, November 21, 2011
IMANI'S "HOW TO" MOMENT: "HE'S" WORKING ME!
Friday, November 11, 2011
DEVIANT MADNESS: A Downfall of an Empire
Monday, November 7, 2011
IMANI'S "HOW TO" MOMENT: YOU GOTTA HAVE FAITH!
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
MEET BRYAN BILLINGS
Monday, October 3, 2011
WARRIOR GODDESS
In My Own Words...
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
MEET JANET MONROE
Unexpected things in life can force us to stand still and notice how time can become an enemy. And sometimes, the last rose petal is simply not enough.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
My First Time Being Made Love To...
Every one can recall the first time you have sex. The first person to pop your cherry and it set’s the precedence that you are now a woman hear your kitten purr. Now usually we are just experiencing sex and it’s basically that for some. Do you remember the first time a man made love to you? It is a difference between the two. Yet the most beautiful moment that any woman can experience is when a man makes love to you for the very first time. He is in love and you are the only person he wants to be with. The gaze in his eyes, his touch soft and gentle. The sound of your voice makes him erect. He has anticipated making love to you all day long. You are on his mind until that evening approaches and there is no place he rather be but in your arms. Well here’s my story
“Go to sleep baby your man isn't going anywhere. I’m yours forever”
© Tamyara Brown-Tamluvstowrite, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
WHO'S SHAKING THEIR POM-POMS FOR YOU?
Michael Jackson’s character from the 1978’s cult classic, The Wiz, said it best—success, fame, and fortune, they're all illusions.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
UHMMM, SOMETHING TO PONDER...
I've read it all on the internet from those same survey bulletins, to political blogs, and to someone's interesting life that you and I can learn a valuable lesson. Yet there’s something I’ve read as of lately that has got me wondering. Ready? Since this is Erotic Friday, I feel I can let loose and say this.
Now please don't freak out because I’ve typed a word the majority of men get a giddy when they think about wanting, dreaming, and visualizing. They even go as far to Vaseline themselves up to do—the do.
After reading a few blogs about this matter, I felt as a woman I need to express of what women have asked themselves since the beginning of time, why can't the tables be turned?...Purrrrr, my kitten...Make my cat go, meow!
What’s wrong with exploring the womanhood that attributes the canal of life? We are hardworking mothers, college students, lawyers, doctors, politicians, nurses, blue collar workers—and yeah, even teachers need some revitalization. You know, it should be national day of it, National Please Kitty Kats Day. I know guys who are reading this thinks if woman have a day, then men should have one too. What are you going to call that day, National Blow Job Day? Ewww, that whole phrase sounds ucky—our just sounds better.
Ladies close your eyes and think about when the last time a man left you feeling, wow, zow, and kapowed—good enough to put you in tears for the right reasons. Honestly, I remembered feeling like that once. Then later my ex became a taker and not a giver. When he did play with Miss Jenkies, he pecked like some broken-neck chicken. I think I accidentally dozed off that night. He couldn’t tame the kitty!
So on this note before I close out, sexploring (foreplay) is underrated. I wish more men would take the time to satisfy a woman needs. I also understand why some guys are apprehensive to travel down south if there a lingering odor of fish—trust me, I understand. So ladies if you want purring satisfaction, then keep the kitty clean.
Yes, I know this is an unusual blog, but it's a blog that needs address this purrrrr-ing issue. It's a woman turn to get empowered with their miss soing-so's. There's nothing wrong with giving pleasure with your special someone, but be sure to tell your man to give back. After all it's the American way!
Monday, September 5, 2011
MEET ELIJAH BAKER
Monday, August 29, 2011
CHANCE MEETING
There was a little boy wearing his angelic wings. He was roaming in heaven until he noticed a somberly something. It was a black man sitting on heaven's bench. He had tears in eyes causing his face to drench. The little boy noticed and asked as he wiped the man's eye, "What's the matter?" And then the man sighed And replied "I don't know if my dream will ever come alive" Then the boy frown and asked, "Why?" The man look at the boy with his manicured moustache, and slowly Wiped a tear on his eyelash "Don't you see what went on earth since I died? I thought my dream will blossom and thrive Little black girls and boys and little white girls and boys had been learning together I know this had change the complexity of racial lines forever. I also noticed that equality has progress in many aspects. I have seen a rainbow people had learn to tolerate and respect. I remember before '68, There were barely any black faces that had won political races. Now it's an overflow all over the United States. They are on Congress, and Senators They are Mayors, and Governors, There's a Secretary of State not only one but two". Then he slightly chuckled and added, "Who ever knew?" "More blacks are homeowners with an influx of revenues And because of that, we were able to go to any college to expand what knew. The little boy had continue to frown as he scratched his head "These sounds like great things, so why are you crying?" he said. The man glanced at the little boy with his bountiful cheeks. He replied, "Son, my dream wasn't just black and white. My dream was a rich and colorful sight And it was beyond just civil but a human rights". "Look" as he pointed below the clouds. "Look at these people with a weakened disparages frowns. It's the poor all over the world. And famine and war that deeply affects little boys and girls. This beyond the USA. This is happening all over world everyday. And in Africa, the Motherland of Motherlands, it's indescribable. Folks don't know it, but most Africans living conditions are incomparable. And there are more wars and rumors of wars that threaten earth's rotating globe. One voice has to stand out, but I don't think anybody knows ……how to establish their voices to be heard I wish some activist would shy away from cameras and truly put people first. As the boy intently listen he asked, "But isn't black folks are better off than a long ago". The man answered, "Oh yes, but they say more things change, the more that stay the same. We had to overcome through treacherous mountaintops and through the rugged plains. The black man on earth still gets has it hard that one virtually still remains. But although there's still that long dream road I wish someone would voice this because this needs to be told. We had past that mountaintop, but there are heavy terrains on the way. Our people need to realize this today. We can be detrimental to ourselves. And my people need to pray". Suddenly the man went silent, there was not another word to say. Then the black man had got up from heaven's bench still blue. Then the angelic boy ask, "Mr, who are you?" The black man had finally cracked an infectious smile. The boy again said, "Mr, why don't stay awhile?" The man answered, "Son, I got go, I have already seen what I need to see. And there's a long way to go, and seeing it is too much for me. The boy then grabs the man hand and asked, "Can you tell me your name, please?" The man looked down at the boys eyes, and said, "Son, I'm King, Martin Luther King" © Imani Wisdom, 2006