<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115317847218107526</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:16:17.257-08:00</updated><category term='Urban Reality'/><category term='She Writes'/><category term='Thoughts of you'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Author of Louder Than a Quiet Storm'/><category term='Breast cancer survivor'/><category term='Decisions'/><category term='Missed Love one'/><category term='Love unconditional'/><category term='letting go'/><category term='love'/><category term='Test'/><category term='BoSweets~ Bonita D. Likely'/><title type='text'>BoSweets Spoken Art</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosweets.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115317847218107526/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosweets.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BoSweets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526707184560768697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrkKpIeVFGo/S2sJFmRE66I/AAAAAAAAACg/bMUARHa0kA8/S220/Black+Planet.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115317847218107526.post-3499506062086494705</id><published>2011-10-30T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T08:17:21.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breast cancer survivor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id=":gt" class="ii gt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id=":gs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height: 115%;  color: rgb(31, 73, 125);font-family:'Century Schoolbook','serif';font-size:10pt;"  &gt;Excerpt from:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height: 115%; font-family:'Century Schoolbook','serif';font-size:18pt;"  &gt;Victory In The Midst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height: 115%; font-family:'Century','serif';font-size:12pt;"  &gt;Author BoSweets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;Twenty Seven Treatments as of Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;Chapter  ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I arrived at the cancer treatment center today and it was so hard to come out of the dressing room. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As I undressed, I cried saying to myself, “I don’t want to do this no more! “&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I stood there a few minutes crying, looking at the burns that are already on my breast.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After a few minutes of this I thought, Oh Goodness if I don’t come out soon the Techs will probably come back here. “Oh God please help me get myself together”!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay Bo, this is treatment number 27; you have a total of 33 and it’s almost over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can do it girl…. I’m standing in the mirror trying to pump myself up to go out the door and I’m actually speaking out loud.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I opened the door and there she was. Hi, how are you today? The tech Brenda said.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I immediately put my head down and told her it isn’t really a good day for me. &lt;span&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;I can’t stand for people to see me cry but today they were going to see it.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brenda was very comforting and said its okay sweetie, it’s almost over, and you’ve completed more than half.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know, I told her. But it’s just so hard to come here day after day and look at my breast! It’s burned and my nipple is raw. I hurt so badly. The doctor is telling me to take ibuprofen for the pain and it’s not enough. I don’t know who told them cancer don’t hurt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I shouldn’t have to be this uncomfortable going through this; I cried.&lt;span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She said okay lay down here and let me take a look. Oh my I see, yes you are taking a beating. Okay you get to see the doctor today and maybe he can give you something to help.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay I said in between sniffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So the techs go on to prepare me for my radiation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tugging a little on the left at my hips and then on the right at my shoulders, lining me up just so to match with the markers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a target="_self" href="http://api.ning.com/files/*Co0CfrUefTEyh193YDmW1Pc12GzE20SDOLDVTy1aUXlZm5o9TD7YzWAv9zj8cP*w1JDJw1bdwSJYs55mgKbC*KtKxZL4qJN/DSCN3005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="align-left" src="http://api.ning.com/files/*Co0CfrUefTEyh193YDmW1Pc12GzE20SDOLDVTy1aUXlZm5o9TD7YzWAv9zj8cP*w1JDJw1bdwSJYs55mgKbC*KtKxZL4qJN/DSCN3005.JPG?width=750" height="289" width="384" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Okay sweetie here comes your treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was still so upset that I forgot I have to lie here perfectly still. Thank God they have those cameras and microphone on to observe me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The door opens and Brenda came in and said, “Just let those tears roll honey”.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; Try not to move okay. We can take care of them when we’re done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh I’m so sorry, I said. I forgot I have to be still.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; Its okay she said.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; Here we go; she said walking out the room again with the door shutting behind her.&lt;/p&gt;©2011 BoSweets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115317847218107526-3499506062086494705?l=bosweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosweets.blogspot.com/feeds/3499506062086494705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bosweets.blogspot.com/2011/10/excerpt-from-victory-in-midst-author.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115317847218107526/posts/default/3499506062086494705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115317847218107526/posts/default/3499506062086494705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosweets.blogspot.com/2011/10/excerpt-from-victory-in-midst-author.html' title=''/><author><name>BoSweets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526707184560768697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrkKpIeVFGo/S2sJFmRE66I/AAAAAAAAACg/bMUARHa0kA8/S220/Black+Planet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115317847218107526.post-6310143809033448671</id><published>2010-11-27T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T14:40:59.229-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decisions'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Today I stand here facing the biggest test of my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://api.ning.com/files/lx80fabZy-OoB6QhOZsT9I1qH7RZ6nqAAVrPtXMEigMKfbXQPGATW0C3E6paM1O2SHk1ZZO5OeJosXGEWpq4CT2ISq25vCiE/womanalone.jpg" alt=""&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;You see I have this man who wants to make me his wife.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;The problem is I need him now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;The pressure is so intense&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I have sweat on my brow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 144px; height: 144px;" src="http://api.ning.com/files/LqFDmChbpAKJlQC49EhGt4IDRbsiGwy14dPTQLB5qK6fb51LaaJMluG5vbGRy8d9GRRfVRDrauNusetzc*SrCyeyTR9DoFTX/needhim.jpg" alt=""&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;He’s unable to come.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;So what am I expected to do, &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;twiddle my thumbs?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I need support like never before&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;someone to help me through this part of life’s door.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I have to move on there’s no way I can get through this by myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I love him so much, &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I don’t want there to be no one else!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;He says he wants to be there in sickness and in heath,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;But for now I must move out of the way so he can obtain his wealth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://api.ning.com/files/yb3vgXXNR9EDiZPqCDJ3pNPV*iVenC8RyakMQOgABUA5QvbPr3mItVbJFLW-1rwLgV2khvidnKe36YZKxO8cqYmZ4Aq3B0Rf/moneyman.jpg" alt=""&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Today I stand here unsure of the reason for my season, &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;but God hasn’t left me to go through this alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Things are being moved and rearranged, &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;so He can set the tone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;He’s made provisions and placed an Angel directly in my path,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 203px; height: 148px;" src="http://api.ning.com/files/6rw9nG*akUi-u5GjcUZE2sU2u*-IW7IqFqx*UU25mvftoGLYmm4TgFsniuJ6Qj9umz9y8WlbGRFeAkfbfTgHBvMBB-zm13YD/angel.jpg" alt=""&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I just need to add it all up and do the math.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Today I Stand Here&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt;"&gt;©2010 BoSweets&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115317847218107526-6310143809033448671?l=bosweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosweets.blogspot.com/feeds/6310143809033448671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bosweets.blogspot.com/2010/11/today-i-stand-here-facing-biggest-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115317847218107526/posts/default/6310143809033448671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115317847218107526/posts/default/6310143809033448671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosweets.blogspot.com/2010/11/today-i-stand-here-facing-biggest-test.html' title=''/><author><name>BoSweets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526707184560768697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrkKpIeVFGo/S2sJFmRE66I/AAAAAAAAACg/bMUARHa0kA8/S220/Black+Planet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115317847218107526.post-3986158209292331929</id><published>2010-11-05T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T14:25:26.028-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>One Tender Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;One tender moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;You are kissing at the base of my neck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;One hand holding my hair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;The other at the small of my back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Perhaps I’ll just sit on your lap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Or lie next to you, and take a nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;One more tender moment that’s all I need,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;To caress my baby and rub on your chest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Sit wrapped in your arms and know I’m blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Maybe massage your temples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Til’ you smile and I see those dimples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;One more tender moment to whisper in your ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Ooh baby, I’m glad you’re here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115317847218107526-3986158209292331929?l=bosweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosweets.blogspot.com/feeds/3986158209292331929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bosweets.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-tender-moment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115317847218107526/posts/default/3986158209292331929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115317847218107526/posts/default/3986158209292331929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosweets.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-tender-moment.html' title='One Tender Moment'/><author><name>BoSweets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526707184560768697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrkKpIeVFGo/S2sJFmRE66I/AAAAAAAAACg/bMUARHa0kA8/S220/Black+Planet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115317847218107526.post-7526876613857851089</id><published>2010-11-05T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T14:17:08.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letting go'/><title type='text'>I Must Let Go of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 239px;" src="http://api.ning.com/files/IPWzwvTv3Ht59X*niTu55299lMLZryk5ORKb257U1ec6zEiewg5Ol8WvGcV5bFeMbmTYe2840xaWWN937*-UN7D6xOQAq8GL/letgo.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;I don’t need your money or your Cadillac Seville.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;I need a man who can take care of me like Jack took care of Jill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;I need your friendship, understanding, respect and support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Oh and a little bit of love would stop the divorce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;So many days go by and I feel like my heart is going to burst,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;My eyes overflow with tears and my knees feel reversed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;All day long I fight with all my might to hold back the tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;By the end of the day, when I turn my key to step inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Tears flow like a river.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;He says I will, and you said I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Only thing, you failed to follow through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Today, I must let go of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;You say you wonder what punishment God has in store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;For you breaking my heart;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 190px; height: 141px;" src="http://api.ning.com/files/VVyZs8poV8lVx*7gWlsPl*t8wvyfB6F4V*EJQZOtS9Rq3eMJyZ0h2CSOGC13DhgZWmwNTaBlUeUX7pd1BpurwEtl87ZuVqXJ/riverrage.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Well as painful as it is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;I pray that He will protect and guide you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;One day show you true love and happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;I pray that you will let down your guard and love completely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;And allow yourself to be loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;I’d like to think we both gave it our best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;And it just wasn’t good enough and that’s ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;You failed to follow through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Today I must let go of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;© 2009 BoSweets&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115317847218107526-7526876613857851089?l=bosweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosweets.blogspot.com/feeds/7526876613857851089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bosweets.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-must-let-go-of-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115317847218107526/posts/default/7526876613857851089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115317847218107526/posts/default/7526876613857851089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosweets.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-must-let-go-of-you.html' title='I Must Let Go of You'/><author><name>BoSweets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526707184560768697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrkKpIeVFGo/S2sJFmRE66I/AAAAAAAAACg/bMUARHa0kA8/S220/Black+Planet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115317847218107526.post-4497566029677131408</id><published>2010-11-05T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T14:09:46.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossroads</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 487px; height: 345px;" src="http://api.ning.com/files/XYiIItVBhuBqOyqT1sNgeeEpYcjrXUplzez68ExIo2u6BrKEsobMlMqiOCSrq9eMH6mh6SZX6MXa65iPRhDyRMTp6qOCml47/crossroads.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;I’m at a crossroads in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Hey, are you going my way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Don’t let my struggles with life chase you away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;I just want your heart, mind, body and maybe your soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Together we can travel down this road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Material things you don’t have to buy;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Just promise you’ll be there in the event that I cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Hold me, console me, if need be mold me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;With you is where I want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;The road I just left humm.. confusion to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Should I gamble my heart to thee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Crossroads..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Are you going my way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;© 2009 BoSweets&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115317847218107526-4497566029677131408?l=bosweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosweets.blogspot.com/feeds/4497566029677131408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bosweets.blogspot.com/2010/11/crossroads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Likely'/><title type='text'>Author of, "Secrets of The Soul, Shattered Pieces Made Whole"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JrkKpIeVFGo/S-MkmuKPQqI/AAAAAAAAADM/0zaScuUJ9Eg/s1600/Sweet+Pics+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JrkKpIeVFGo/S-MkmuKPQqI/AAAAAAAAADM/0zaScuUJ9Eg/s400/Sweet+Pics+096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468254620202517154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115317847218107526-1119811911964575570?l=bosweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosweets.blogspot.com/feeds/1119811911964575570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text/html' href='http://bosweets.blogspot.com/2010/05/bosweets-published-author-poet.html' title='BoSweets~ Published Author &amp; Poet'/><author><name>BoSweets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526707184560768697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrkKpIeVFGo/S2sJFmRE66I/AAAAAAAAACg/bMUARHa0kA8/S220/Black+Planet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JrkKpIeVFGo/S-MjuOL05XI/AAAAAAAAADE/657uEq7W0_Y/s72-c/Sweet+Pics+209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115317847218107526.post-1867303020041951785</id><published>2010-02-13T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T18:12:22.161-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts of you'/><title type='text'>I've Been Thinking About You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can’t get you out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do,&lt;br /&gt;is twist my fingers in those&lt;br /&gt;Knotty, knotty dreads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first met,&lt;br /&gt;I started to keep on walking&lt;br /&gt;wondering is this another one&lt;br /&gt;who wants me to share him with two or three?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something inside made me stop&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad I did because you add what’s missing to the block!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels real good to be excited to see you&lt;br /&gt;and to laugh and smile&lt;br /&gt;I may need to place you in the main file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel kind of guilty for having such strong feelings in such a short time&lt;br /&gt;but damn I just can’t seem to get you off my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a long time &amp;amp; I need to take it slow.&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of things I really need to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I haven’t trusted anyone with my heart for sometime.&lt;br /&gt;With you, I’m ready to let my guard down&lt;br /&gt;like the drop of a dime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been thinking about you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115317847218107526-1867303020041951785?l=bosweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosweets.blogspot.com/feeds/1867303020041951785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bosweets.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-been-thinking-about-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115317847218107526/posts/default/1867303020041951785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115317847218107526/posts/default/1867303020041951785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosweets.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-been-thinking-about-you.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Thinking About You'/><author><name>BoSweets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526707184560768697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrkKpIeVFGo/S2sJFmRE66I/AAAAAAAAACg/bMUARHa0kA8/S220/Black+Planet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115317847218107526.post-8233202350393011761</id><published>2010-02-13T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T18:10:04.249-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love unconditional'/><title type='text'>Without Hesitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ooh, baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;please!&lt;br /&gt;Slow it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me have just a few minutes, an hour.&lt;br /&gt;Could I perhaps get one night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pondering perhaps a celebration alongside of candle light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smidgen of conversation,&lt;br /&gt;Bestow a thought or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come&lt;br /&gt;Let me wash away the day for you.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll just pretend you’re my boo...&lt;br /&gt;Without hesitation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you arrive, don’t worry about ringing no chime.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t look for no key!&lt;br /&gt;Just twist the knob and come to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss behind my ears and the base of my neck and at that moment;&lt;br /&gt;Rub my thighs and all up my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry&lt;br /&gt;Come wash the day off of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaze into my eyes like you did the first time,&lt;br /&gt;subduing my mind with subliminal pacification,&lt;br /&gt;intoxicating my mental gift to reason and balance&lt;br /&gt;another rhapsody of what you declare, ingenuous, blissful love.&lt;br /&gt;Without hesitation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before I curl next to you to retire for the night,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll kneel and ask the Lord, Most High,&lt;br /&gt;for our union to remain a euphoric yoke;&lt;br /&gt;and without indecision,&lt;br /&gt;you forever introduce to my being a special luminous smile&lt;br /&gt;which explodes uninterrupted from the very essence of my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we pledge unity &amp;amp; balance,&lt;br /&gt;a life saturated in tranquility,&lt;br /&gt;one deeper than fleshly relations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m seeking my soul mate,&lt;br /&gt;someone with whom I can pass through heavens gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m soliciting a lifetime of social intimacy,&lt;br /&gt;kindness, respect &amp;amp; support&lt;br /&gt;Sweet promises of everything,&lt;br /&gt;yet receiving nothing but having it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see,&lt;br /&gt;You’ve captured my attention with your facile smile&lt;br /&gt;Without hesitation I’ll risk it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115317847218107526-8233202350393011761?l=bosweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosweets.blogspot.com/feeds/8233202350393011761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bosweets.blogspot.com/2010/02/without-hesitation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115317847218107526/posts/default/8233202350393011761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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center;"&gt;A special day,&lt;br /&gt;Some call it joyous.&lt;br /&gt;When the stick turned blue she said oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a miracle life or tragic mistake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating and partying she did what she wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;Speeding all night, puffin reefer &amp;amp; drinking, sometimes landing in fights.&lt;br /&gt;Now her baby’s born non responsive without life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was doin’ the damn thang and forgot about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barely breathing arriving in this world drunk and messed up;&lt;br /&gt;Baby just cries and cries all day, all night now she’s screaming shut the F- up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get yo’ ass up!&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m gone send you off today and ya’ bet not act no fool.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh I hate when the stick turned blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at you, you make me sick.&lt;br /&gt;I should have never sat on your daddy’s dick.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how to stop you from throwing these fits.&lt;br /&gt;Could it have been those indo sticks or other drugs I did while turning tricks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care what it is, your behavior is not right.&lt;br /&gt;We’re gonna get to the bottom of this if it takes all night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115317847218107526-6881762465897041745?l=bosweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosweets.blogspot.com/feeds/6881762465897041745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bosweets.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-stick-turned-blue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115317847218107526/posts/default/6881762465897041745'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Darkened tree barks scattered all through the forest;&lt;br /&gt;Coated with deep green leaves which grew like a chorus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot, humid, the middle of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Thunderstorms rolling in the company of a dominant clang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain hits the asphalt like the sounds of drummers coming from his past.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Jah, what a mighty task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen.&lt;br /&gt;So strong, so much force!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smell the heat, the dampness, the stillness too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m thinking of you papa this storm reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear your laughter just one more time!&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you or see your face.&lt;br /&gt;But your body has grown weary and has quit the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the day you left me, no salt left in my tears.&lt;br /&gt;I’m feeling your vibe while reminiscing the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the storm roar as ferocious as the lions in the jungle,&lt;br /&gt;And wished you were here to witness this tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just at that moment a warm breeze blew by the side of my ear;&lt;br /&gt;Letting me know your were standing right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without warning, I felt you’re arms slowly wrapping around my body,&lt;br /&gt;Caressing me just as you did when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strong hands stroking my hair telling me baby, daddy’s right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never leave my little girl again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need to talk,&lt;br /&gt;Just pray on Papa’s storm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115317847218107526-5257439471321032929?l=bosweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Do you see what I see?&lt;br /&gt;I see you&lt;br /&gt;I want the nice shoes and ride,&lt;br /&gt; I just ain’t ready to die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becoming product of environment,&lt;br /&gt; Hustling to survive&lt;br /&gt;You become property of state &lt;br /&gt;Unable to escape &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The label,&lt;br /&gt;That’s now placed on you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehabilitated or not, &lt;br /&gt;Your life is shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing left you can do, &lt;br /&gt;But pray to God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, &lt;br /&gt;If anyone took time to introduce you.&lt;br /&gt;He’s your only way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you sit, do what ya’ gotta do&lt;br /&gt;To get through each day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see what I see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our future, &lt;br /&gt;Our black men,&lt;br /&gt;Diminishing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before our eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recognize &lt;br /&gt;You &lt;br /&gt;Are our PRIZE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mothers know, &lt;br /&gt;You can change it all up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time, &lt;br /&gt;Grow your boys up!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115317847218107526-3129515722536363365?l=bosweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosweets.blogspot.com/feeds/3129515722536363365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bosweets.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-you-see-what-i-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115317847218107526/posts/default/3129515722536363365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115317847218107526/posts/default/3129515722536363365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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