Mom … A poem for my mom.


I am grateful for your gift to me
As I free fall into my destiny
Thank you for your love
Thank you for believing in me
As I brake the chains
Being the spirit I was meant to be
Thank you for believing in me
I will meet my fate and you will see
The dreams I chase as I fall free
You are the only one who believed in me

At times no one else did not even me
Thank you for believing in me
Helping become who I was meant to be
The love you gave unconditionally
Thank you for believing in me
I love you mom thank you for having me

Thank you for allowing me to share this thought. My mom is awesome and although she will never read this… I wrote it for her and had to share it in honor of her.

‘Redskins’ Team Name ‘Hurtful Reminder’


Something to think about… If it were my family and my heritage I may feel the same. Offensive is offensive, perhaps this similar to the “N” word no?

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Washington ‘Redskins’ Team Name ‘Hurtful Reminder’ To Native Americans.

OK this fight has been going on for far too long and not enough people seem to care?

The only ones writing about change are Native Americans and all that they are doing is shaking the Red Necks out of their trees?

There is only one way to hit this enemy of the first people of this country, hit him where it hurts, by taking away some of the money!

You will never be able to change the mind of a races pig, if you do not believe me come take a ride with me around all of the southern states and even some northern states that never had slaves or slave owners!

Ask your fellow African-Americans if they would join together and not one single person with ancestors of the first people of the land or ancestors of past slaves…

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I have been working on writing my book and needed to take a few minute break. The thoughts of what I am writing about still are somewhat lingering on my mind. As I thought about the fact, I had been neglecting my blogs I recalled a recent comment a friend and fellow blogger made. As I asked or mentioned I was a Mystic, his comment was that it was a label and not anything other than a label, I agree and thought I would share some thoughts about labels that I have been writing about. Do you allow someone to label you?

When someone calls you a name or makes a statement about you what is your reaction?

If someone calls you worthless, do you accept label?

If some one calls you unworthy, do you accept that label?

If someone says you are ugly, do you accept that label?

If some one calls you a vulgar name do you accept that label?

If some one calls you beautiful do you accept that label?

I had a long battle with labels in my life most of them in my youth, that as a child I didn’t know how to handle or deal with. I accepted many labels from family, friends, my church, society that did more damage to my self esteem than I could have imagined. As a child just learning about life those labels shaped and affected much of my life and many of my relationships. The fear of burning in hell, the feeling of unworthiness, the feeling of being ugly, the feeling of being worthless all things that I was labeled with either directly with words or the insinuation of those labels by many. We all have been through and experienced being labeled. We even label ourselves often without realizing it and good bad or ugly those labels have an effect on us and those we encounter.

I find myself looking in a mirror at times when someone has attempted to label me or even has labeled me. I often look at my smile and ask do you believe that? Are you—– or are you a loving kind person. As an adult I learned the hard way we do have choices in all we do what we do is our choice, not my kids, not my parents, not my girlfriends, the choice I make are mine. The church may label me as unworthy, for the actions I have taken, my dad may have labeled me worthless, my former wife may have labeled me an ass@#$@, the prom queen may have said I was ugly and had dumbo ears…. I don’t have to accept any of those labels. I can choose to accept them and let them bring me down for years on end and keep me from what I see in that mirror. There have been times I was scared to look in the mirror.. Hell I don’t want to look at ugly! When I finally do look in the mirror, well the one thing I don’t see is ugly. If you are allowing someone to label you perhaps you might look in the mirror and ask yourself honestly what you see. Not what the person that labeled you sees ,what you see and then take the label, and toss it in the trash. Good, bad or ugly, throw it away and choose who you want to be, be you the only label that fits.

I am simple me…. who else could I be?

Thank you for sharing your time and allowing me to share my thoughts and perhaps a smile. Thank you as well for being the positive change our world so needs sharing your love and your smiles making it a better place for all we share it with.. 🙂