SO LIKE THAT IS MY MAMA SHE MEANS THA WORLD 2 ME.... IF IT WASNT 4 HER I WOULD NOT BE WHERE I AM 2DAY.....THE ROSHAAD ANDRE "E40" MAYWEATHER COLLEGE FUNDWE ARE LOOKING FOR RAP GROUPS, STOMP LINE, POETS, AND ETC FOR THIS EVENT. AS YOU ALL SHOULD KNOW ROSHAAD PASSED AWAY ON JANUARY 31, 2008 IN BAD CAR WRECK. HE WAS A VERY WELL KNOWN YOUNG MAN IN BARRETT STATION AND SURROUNDING AREAS. HE INVOLED IN CHURCH,SCHOOL,HE PLAYED FOOTBALL WHILE HE ATTENDED SCHOOL AND HIS WAS ALSO IN A RAP GROUP CALL "KFL". SO WHAT WE WOULD LIKE TO DO IN HIS MEMORY IS TO RASIE MONEY TO GIVE TO SOMEONE WHO IS A GRADUATING SENIOR WHO IS ATTENDING A 4 YR. COLLEGE, JR. COLLEGE, TRADE SCHOOL, OR TECHNICAL COLLEGE. THE EVENT WILL BE HELD ON APRIL 12, 2008 AT THE CROSBY FAIRGROUNDS FROM 12 NOON TIL ABOUT 5:00PM OR 6:00PM. WE JUS NEED PEOPLE 2 PERFORM AND MAKE THIS EVENT WONDERFUL. WE NEED TO KNOW IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO PERFORM BY MARCH 24,2008IF YOU HAVE ANY MORE QUESTIONS CONTACT
ELANDRA CHENEVERT AT (281)328-4380, EAN LASALLE (832)367-6691, or BRUSHUND TERRELL (832)984-0758a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN BY MY LITTLE SISTER...
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MyHotCommentsI am WomanI am a Woman.
I am a Goddess.
I am a child's Mother.
I am a Man's Weakness.
I am a gift.
From heaven sent.
I am a Queen.
Powferful I am.
My hand's can cause
madness.
My body can cause a
war.
My decision is depended
upon.
My words cut like knives.
My tears rush like water onto the shore.
The strongest man i can crumble.
The weakest I make strong.
I have the strenght of Eve.
The wisdom of Ruth.
Because WE are the truth.
The MOTHERS of all EARTH.
Nations one WOMAN birthed.
I can't help the way I am.
Perhaps it was encoded in my DNA.
Sometimes i BEG not to be this way.
It's a gift.
It's a curse.
It's all of the above.
But as I live and carry this BURDEN we LIFE.
Am I only made to be a MOTHER or a WIFE.
But the only truth is that,
I AM WOMAN!
and
I AM ME!
Original Poem by:Zina Evans
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InsecuritySometimes my insecurities cover the light of what I could truly be. The passion from my heart is covered with my appearance. The wisdom of my mind is shadowed with fear. My true personality is hindered with stereotypes. My every move restricted by law. Is who I am not good enough for the world? Am I not good enough for myself? Will anyone ever love me for me? Is Fat the new skinny? These are the questions that my many insecurities ask. They ask these questions because these are the questions I ask myself. Am I me for me? Or for someone Else. Orginal Poem By:Zina Evans
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My Mama Nichelle Chenevert, My GodMother The Late Cheryl Lynn Cartwright, and My Best Friend The Late Micheal JohnsonMY BEST FRIEND THA LATE MICHEAL JOHNSON