You are in love with Tommy,
Because his last name is Hilfiger,
But behind closed doors,
Tommy,Is calling you a nigger.
But you could care less,
Because you have been taught to dress to impress,
If I ask you about your true history,
You would have to look on the back of your jeans and Guess.
You come up in the club wearing Versace,
Clothes made by a homosexual male,
So even when you say you are straight,
It is very hard to tell,And for footwear,
you wear Timberlands.
Even under the sun,That same tree that's the symbol for them,
Could have been the same one your ancestors were hung from.
I cannot forget Nautica,When was the last memory you have of ships,
Coming to North America in shackles,
Being beaten over the back with whips.
And to my beautiful black queens,
Whose creative womb has become barren,
I am confused because your face says Nefertiti,
But your sweater reads Donna Karen.
When was the last time you saw Liz Claiborne,
Conversing with black women,
But as soon as her name is printed on a purse,
To Macy's you quickly go, running.
Ralph Lauren doesn't even look at black men,
Unless they are driving him around town,
But as soon as that slave master appears on the back of a horse,
You put whatever you have picked up down.
My people reclaim your status in this world and in your life,
F.U.B.U. in case you didn't know,
stands for (For Us By Us),
Buying black will someday suffice,
Do you know who owns Timberland fashion?Well,
Timberland is owned by the president of the KKK,Surprised? Don't be.
Read more books black people,Always hope for the best and prepare for the worst.
You may not get what you pay for,
But you'll surely pay for what you get.
~ Maya Angelou "
PLEASE SEND THIS TO ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS SO EVERYONE WILL KNOW THE DEAL.
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Je me suis entendue dire par un psychologue":
que quand un petit enfant mord un autre ,
c est une preuve d amour !!
mais en grandissant ?
mordre la vie a pleine dent :
c est aimer la vie !!
mais la vie n est pas toujours facile
tout comme en religion mordre la pomme :
ça doit être aimer ou l amour
les voila en mordant chassés du paradis !
pourquoi ce "mordre " est-il toujours :
une façon d'aimer puisque !!
mordre inflige des douleurs aux autres
aimer es-ce une douleur pour les autres ?
ou pour soi même puisqu'on est aimé
douleur de l'éloignement , ou la perte d un être cher
la jalousie aussi une douleur
donner la vie c est douleur
tout en aimant ce petit ;
dont votre amour lui était acquis , bien avant qu'il naisse
et la douleur de le voir souffrir au long de sa vie
l'amour sans douleur existe t-il ?
car depuis la nuit des temps amour=bobo

moi dans un reve

un hommage a une grande Dame écrivain ,
et reporters de RTLtvi
qui nous a quittée ce jour :Marie-Rose Armesto
merci pour votre combat
pour les femmes et ,
les opprimés du monde entier
merci pour tout vos reportages pleins d'émotions
et de vérités

"Bad Day"...
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Where is the moment we need at the most
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
They tell me your blue skies fade to grey
They tell me your passion's gone away
And I don't need no carryin' on

You stand in the line just to hit a new low
You're faking a smile with the coffee to go
You tell me your life's been way off line
You're falling to pieces everytime
And I don't need no carryin' on
Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

Well you need a blue sky holiday
The point is they laugh at what you say
And I don't need no carryin' on
You had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
(Oh.. Holiday..)
Sometimes the system goes on the blink
And the whole thing turns out wrong
You might not make it back and you know
That you could be well oh that strong
And I'm not wrong
(yeah...)

So where is the passion when you need it the most
Oh you and I
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
You've seen what you like
And how does it feel for one more time
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

by Daniel Powter
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