daily reflections (for highly effective Teens) Sean Covey |
TO realize the value of One Year, Ask a student who failed his or her A-Level exams.To realize the value of One Month, Ask a mother who gave birth to a premature baby.To realize the value of One Wee...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Jun 2008 23:45:00 GMT |
PROUD TO BE BLACK! |
Why do you hate me? I cannot understand why you judge me.
Is it because of the shade of my skin?
You want me to reduce the concentration level of melanin, and straighten my nappy headed hair, j...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Feb 2008 15:39:00 GMT |
My Child |
I cannot choose the path
that you must venture to...
Let your heart take the lead
In whatever you pursue.
You are my child, my treasure
Its difficult to let go...
Although your journey will be ...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Oct 2007 17:14:00 GMT |
Lost men |
the youths of today have no moralsuch young precious liveswatched turn upside downhaving cherries taken at 13then left to have abortions at 15I with my own ears hearingyoung boys discussing how they c...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Oct 2007 07:23:00 GMT |
Dear Lord, Send me a Man.... |
Lord,
I want a man that is humble and meek,
he carries the world on one hand and me on the other
a man that is not weak
Lord let him have a good head on his shoulder
and a sturdy ground below his fe...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Sep 2007 03:34:00 GMT |
The Birth Of The Raging Bull |
Ever so tender and yet as strong and powerful as a bull, with many secrets that even pandora could not keep hidden and locked away, the simple face she shows and yet the comlicated tears that rol...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Jul 2007 23:08:00 GMT |
Fear |
Fear creeps in from behind me &nbs
p; &nbs
p; &nb...
Posted by on Wed, 23 May 2007 13:25:00 GMT |
Life is A Book |
Life is a book, that has a beginnig, a middle, and no doubt; an end.
Life has an author that writes, guides the book to its destination and moral. there our many books that have no aut...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 08:05:00 GMT |
THE PAIN OF MS ORLEANS |
I cry aloud as I look intently up at the sky
The day turns into night as I watch you die
Your pain, your suffering, drifts from your vein
Your sadness, your sorrow, now becomes my pain
I take your dyi...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Dec 2006 07:43:00 GMT |
