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I have possessed a life long infatuation for this perfect man. 

When he is present, the room fills with his aroma,

Leading to visions of intoxicating consumption.

The very moment he touches my lips,

I moan, feasting on his warm, moist, tenderness.

He is true to his nature.  His influence is bad on me…

In his quiet possessiveness he clings to me,

Riding my derriere and my hips as I sashay through the streets.

In the evenings he called for me.  Like a late night lover I would creep;

Just a love sick marionette I danced his dance night after night,

Before lying down to sleep.  Then one day I woke to learn,

There was two-hundred and thirty pounds of me…

Now 40 pounds lighter, He and I are but distant friends.

He is no longer welcomed in my home ever again. 

Although from time to time when dinning with friends, He and I do meet;

With his aromatic fragrance tempting me. 

It's at these moments we do creep, but he cannot and will not come home with me,

Regardless how much honey butter loving he sticks to me…. 

©April 26 2010 Kim Daniel/IDreamNWords.com

As My Garden Grows...

Many of you don't know this, but I am fulfilling one of my hearts desires, I have always, always, always desired to have my very own garden... In my imagination; I dwell on the outskirts of some rural southern town, where everybody knows my name or at least my face. 

My piece of heaven on earth is 5 acres squared, prime organic property with its on lake or fresh water fish pond, and an acre and a half dedicated to my aquaponic-greenhouse stocked with fresh gold tilapia, fresh fruit, and fresh vegetables, all year round.

My home is nontraditional yet possessing 3 stories with an attic/loft and a cellar, both livable... from my 3rd story viewing deck, I can view the entirety of my land.  

The fields are planted, making ready for a summer of watermelon, snap peas and good ole collard greens sold by the road side.  

In my imagination, I teach my children and children's children to be self sufficient and self reliant leaning, depending and trusting one another;

My granddaughters, nieces, nephews and cousins (all in the same age range) visit me every spring and summer, aiding me in our fields of flowers, fruit trees and high bed vegetable gardens planted just outside the aquaponic greenhouse.

I also teach them the best gift of all after LOVE, is ownership and possession of land.  Land that will be be passed from generation to generation, whole, healthy and productive land. 

My children and my children’s children will understand by love we feed the heart and with land we feed the body; for both are needed for survival.  

However, for now, my imagination must take a back seat to my reality…  For now my garden consist of two large planters of blossoming tomatoes, two small planters of  budding peppers, and many seedlings of cucumbers, Swiss chard, and beets incubating; with hopes I have not planted them too late. 

Y'all, although my garden is a 3x4 foot space on my apartment balcony in downtown St. Louis, I am still fulfilling my heart’s desire, for my desire is to grow my very own garden. 

 Self sufficiency and self reliance is the lesson I desire to instill in my children, as well as an understanding that land is the greatest commodity on earth.  I wish I had known and acted on this knowledge much earlier in life, nonetheless it is what it is.

I will teach the lessons of land ownership to my children and teach them to hold on tight and never let go... pay the land to the next generation... their children’s children and so on.

Good folks feed the soul and good land grows the food which feeds the multitudes.

SistaSistaSister

Time And Chance Which Happeneth To Them All.

Oklahoma Tornado May 20, 2013; Poem written by Kim Daniel/ SistaSistaSister, in response to an image posted by NBC News Slides Titled: Tornado Ravage Plains:

Photo #36: Gene Tripp sits in his rocking chair at the spot where his home stood, before it was destroyed by a tornado in Oklahoma City on May 20.

http://www.nbcnews.com/id/51938586/displaymode/1247?beginSlide=1

It is hard to phantom the emotions which surge through the brain of one who has lost all they have ever gained; how does one who has grown old in age, rebuild a life that was so suddenly changed; and although ones-life-force yet remains, that once strapping young lad has now seen decades. 

The world he built has blown away, and to him, what does one say?  Insurance may or may not pay, rebuilding may or may not be, so what type of will, will it take to keep moving onward day to day.   A verse comes to me, and I paraphrase, “I returned and saw under the sun, it is not always to the swift the race is won, it is not always to the strong the battle goes, and bread is not always given to the wise, nor riches to men of understanding, and last but not least, favour is not always given to men of skill."  

No, I returned and saw it is time and chance which happeneth to them all.  So again I ask, what does one say to him whose world has blown away; what does one say?  All you can say is pray tomorrow is another day. 

©2013 by Kim Daniel/SistaSistaSister

NO MAN WANTS AN IGNORANT WOMAN...

One thing I overheard my father say one day was, "NO MAN WANTS AN IGNORANT WOMAN." I was eleven when I first heard those words and that day I made a list of books I would read and learn. First on my list was my library of Encyclopedia Britannica books, which I begged my mother to buy a year earlier, next was my King James Bible, and then my mothers library of child psychology books, astronomy books, and social science books (at the time my mother was in college studying child psychology, that in itself yielded me many interesting reads).  I read every book on my list cover to cover.  When I bored with one book I would switch to another, adding variety to my daily reading regimen. In my mind, I would never be one of those IGNORANT WOMEN; I overheard my Daddy speaking of... Sista

Grown Women Goals

I saw this out there and had to share. Although I may not agree with the language, I certainly understand the concept. My question is why do you think that we see so many folks without money or lack of ...placing their money on things of no real value. Example, someone buying an expensive car when they live with someone else. Another one, women spending $300-400 on hair when they have spend nothing on educating their children. This is a real issue with real psychological factors. What are your thoughts?

My sentiments exactly... Priorities... It is our priorities that have gone amiss... Wealth is determined by assets, not gucci, prada, dooney & bourke, bmw, tommy hilfiger etc... NO!!! Assets are stocks bonds shares and most importantly property meaning LAND!!!  If we cease to make the rich richer, trying to impress one another, then we could use our capital; meaning money, to invest in our future and the future of our children's, children.  With the acquisition of LAND we could turn this globe on its axis... Remember, we as a class of people (not to say this subject is black or white) more specifically women, have made wigs, hair pieces, and weave a 9 billion dollar industry... so surely once we have our priorities straight, we could be the head and not the tail...  How does Proverbs31:10-31 read? More specifically Proverbs 31:16; let us recapitulate this entry... "She considereth a field, and buyeth it: with the fruit of her hands she planteth a vineyard. What or we planting, is it long term debt or long term prosperity..... Just something to ponder... Sista

Frustrated: Black American Men in Brazil... Response by SistaSistaSister.

Human nature is human nature, no matter where on earth we live. Love will always be love, honor will always be honor, and respect will always be respect.  Regardless of where we live in the world, happiness will always start and end within.  A week ago someone tagged me in a post, and I had the opportunity to view this so called letter from a White woman, with a response from a so called Black man…  I read it through, and refused to post it to my timeline or even comment on it.  Again it was one of those women bashing post, particularly the Black woman.  In the same week or perhaps the same day, the video “Frustrated: Black American Men in Brazil” was posted to a group thread, and I decided to watch. The first evening, I sort of haphazardly listened while eventually falling asleep.  The next day I attempted to watch again, but did not complete it.  Perhaps, it was the bashing of African American Women, or the mix message of the documentary. Either way, I did not see it through to the end.  Last night, I watched it through and through.

Here’s my opinion:  Black Women, White Women, Brazilian, Asian, Jamaican, South American, Central American, Canadian, or African (from the continent of Africa); Women simply desire to love and be loved, by a loving, supportive, and protective man. If we use LOVE as our template we would see we are all the same.  Unfortunately, we live in a society of divide and conquer.  Man against woman, Woman against man, Blacks against Whites, Whites against Blacks, and all the shades of color in-between.   As for the subject of Black men and women in America, we have long since been brainwashed to believe White women or more compliant, feminine and willing to cater to their man; while in contrast Black women are loud, obnoxious and overbearing eager to control her man.  In both scenarios’ I am sure if you looked, you would find just that.  Yet and still I guarantee if you continue to look, you would find just the opposite.

   

All this nit-picking leaves both men and women unfulfilled and unhappy, scurrying to people and places that may or may not be beneficial to their search for love.  The bottom line: Finding a woman or man who best suits your personality and temperament takes time, and we may kiss a few frogs & froggets along the way.   However, we must not allow those negative experiences to embitter us; but rather allow the experience to prune us.   Pruning helps us to prepare for the direction we desire to grow toward, by removing unwanted pessimistic intentions, which may have possibly drawn the last unsuccessful relationship into our existence. 

Not to be redundant, however consequently, when we begin to compare one woman to another or one man to another, we are setting ourselves up for disappointment.  All comparisons of this nature are meant to divide and conquer, to humiliate and debase; these nonsensical evaluations of ethnicities, are nothing more than mental anarchy. And, it is this same confusing mentality that has been used throughout history, pitting the light skinned Blacks against the dark skinned Blacks; a more exaggerated form of this tactic was used in Rwanda (central Africa) pitting the Hutus against the Tutsis; in both scenarios, the ideal of ethnic superiority created enemies; friend against friend, neighbor against neighbor, and family member against family member.  When will we ever comprehend, we all emanate from the same source energy/creator. Have we not learned ridicule only begets ridicule?  But love begets love! 

Black Man, Black Woman, if it is your desire to love and be loved; first one must start with oneself.  Let us stop with the intimidation tactics. I am reminded of a thought I had, after spending a day working in a school designed specifically for children with special needs.  I watched how each child had one on one instruction; with top of the line computer software and gadgets to enhance their learning experience.  My thoughts that day were, “Wow, if these children can excel with one on one treatment, aided by advance learning tools, how much more would this approach aid the children in regular, old, everyday, public School.” 

I make mention of this to say, If men and women put as much energy in loving one another as they do attempting to discredit and debase one another, then surely we could build meaningful and loving relationships…

What U think?

Can we all just get along?

Sincerely SistaSistaSister… 

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