Love Is


Love is

Ice chamomile tea on a warm summer’s day

While lazily swaying on a porch swing


Inhaling the breath of honeysuckles

as the occasional breeze graces your face

Listening to a soft rock chorus of jay birds singing

with a random shout from a frog’s Amen corner


Love is the Son’s warm embrace

As the sun’s rays shine glorious light down from the heavens


It’s hard not to know that love is here

Announcing itself

as alarming as a bee’s buzz


jolting you into the reality of its’ existence

Love MUST be acknowledged

with all the sweetness of its’ nectar

Love is

the comfortability of knowing

that the dark clouds are bellowing

in the sweetest smell of rain

A cool shower


on a hot summer’s evening

Warmth of the earth embracing your toes

Soaking in the pain


that the rain

washes away

Love is

soft kisses

and gentle touches


The stance of protection


the honor of second chances

Love is

conditioned to be



Love is aware

Awareness of self


Surrenderance to God


Serviced to others



Living the Story

 Lately, my news feed has been full of current events that resemble the trials and tribulations of the Civil Rights Era. It’s modern day America, August 14, 2014, and my news feeds have been flooded with the injustices of Mike Brown, Ezell Ford, and a homeless grandmother that was BEATEN in the face by an officer on the median of a highway, and yes she has name, Marlene Pinnock.



I mean, REALLY!! Where the heck is everybody!?! Does your television not offer the channel that is showing videos of the atrocities that are happening right now? Is you Facebook, Twitter, Instagram not flooded with visuals of clouds bellowing tear gas being thrown at US citizens who are standing with their hands up? Do you not see oversized German Shepards with even larger teeth barring angered instinct to attack? Maybe if you could pause for minute, while you’re watching your favorite singer gyrate across a concert stage, and search Ferguson County on Youtube. Or do you think these videos are being manipulated by the recorder to portray that bad things are happening to people who probably deserve it.

cr2Michael's lifeless body stays on the ground as a grim reminder of the value of a Black life.

Never speak, never publish written words, never form an opinion when what you see is so horrible that you choke from your on breath. I try to swallow burning tears that threaten to drown me in the deepest sorrow that helpless hopelessness can conjure. Are you guys awake!!

I know, it’s so much easier to pretend it’s not happening. We don’t know the whole story, right? Maybe they deserved it, you know, black folk can get a little rowdy sometime! What lies are you poisoning your own self with? What ignorance should be CHOSEN over truth?


I stopped writing during the coverage of Trayvon Martin’s forced sacrifice of his life to expose the injustices of a young black man. I purposefully strolled by any comment, post, tweet, or picture that invoked his name. Hesitantly, I watched the trial. And even that was forced into my consciousness, because everyone I was around was tuned in. I knew it would end unjustly. I tried to muster up any scrapings of hope, but doom hovered over every word that was spoken in his defense. I knew I shouldn’t have watched. I shouldn’t have participated in the blackening of my Facebook profile pic to support Justice for Trayvon Martin. See, I started out trying to avoid the case coverage, but my heart gravitated to it. And then I was left with a lump in my throat, a whole in my heart, crippling hurt, and an infestation of anger…… This is the way justice prevails.

Maybe my premonitions were from being jaded after being so sure that Troy Davis would at least be taken off death row. When the final answer was released that he would be executed, hurt ripped tears from my eyes as if he was my family; ‘cause really we’re all family. At least Mumia was taken off death row, but the good deed that was punished manifested in the discrediting of Mumia’s former attorney, Debo Adegbile, from being elected to head the Department of Justice Civil Rights Department. Mr. Adegbile was a part of the NAACP Legal Defense during the reinvestigation of Mumia’s case, and claimed a victory of getting Mr. Mumia off of death row. President Barack Obama nominated Adegbile to head the DOJ Civil Rights Department, what higher credibility than to be chosen by the President of the United States. So let’s break this down: An attorney, who was defending a case that someone’s civil rights were violated, was able (after numerous attempts by others) to have this man’s case resentenced to be removed from DEATH ROW, is denied the opportunity to head the Civil Rights Department. Mr. Mumia’s civil rights were grossly violated throughout his case, and Adegbile was able to prove the injustices, and was denied a very prominent position because of it. I’m truly sorry if I’m being repetitious, it’s just so incomprehensible.

Confronted with so many whirlwinds of emotions, that my mind defensively goes numb, as I write, I begin to feel like what is the point of writing. Will the eyes that glance over the words be able to translate them into the raw emotion I feel in regards to my people of color? Will they understand why I’ve cried, feared, and prayed for my younger brothers, my cousins, my nephews, my black men who I have met, will meet, and will never get the chance to know. My ladies, as well as, all my people of color we are NOT the minority. We are the majority, and it’s time that we take stock in the value of our lives.

In honor of all those whose lives have been taken, before their time, “Give Love. Seek Truth. Be Light.” In honor of the purpose each of us have been given to continue to live, “Give Love. Seek Truth. Be Light.” Be Empowered! Empower others! Sometimes freedom comes at a cost.


An American Horror Story : Michael Brown’s Final Moments.

The MadMan Chronicles

Dorian, Michael friend was with him at the time of his deathThe police refuse to interview the sole witness who was with Michael Brown at the time of his death. They also refuse to listen to the neighborhood full of witnesses who also saw the murder of this child.

Instead, they issued a lie based on the tall tale of their murderer … Uhhh … Officer.

Below is what really happened. As told by Michael’s friend, Dorian Johnson,  who was with him at the time of his death.

This truth needs to be told to the people … Please read and share.

“About 20 minutes before the shooting, Johnson said he saw Brown walking down the street and decided to catch up with him. The two walked and talked. That’s when Johnson says they saw the police car rolling up to them.

The officer demanded that the two “get the f—k on the sidewalk,” Johnson says. “His exact words were get…

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On the Death of Michael Brown

Wake Up!

Stacia L. Brown


I don’t want to talk about the boy and the sneakers peeking out from the sheet crudely draped over his corpse in the street, because I have been happy this month and it is so rare that I’m happy and that you, at age 4, don’t have to touch my knee or shoulder or face and say, “What’s wrong, Mama? You sad?”

I don’t want to think of who will go out on her hands and knees to scrub what’s left of the boy’s blood from the concrete. It will probably be a loved one, her hands idle after hours of clenching them into fists, watching what used to be her breathing boy lie lifeless, as she waited and waited and waited for the police and the coroner and the county to get their stories straight and their shit together and their privilege, sitting crooked as a ten-dollar wig, readjusted till it was firmly intact…

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Walk in Light

Think back to a time in your life when things weren’t going so great.  Maybe you were going through some financial difficulties or a bad break up in a relationship, loss of a job, dealing with a difficult boss, natural disaster damages.  Whatever it was, it was something that you agonized over for some time.  You didn’t know if you would ever recover.

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Now, meditate on that moment when God stepped into that situation and pulled you out!  Go back to that moment when felt whole again, that breakthrough when God’s light completely shattered all the darkness that you were drowning in.  Go back to the moment when you were truly able to laugh again, when you felt that overwhelming sense of love come over you, when you finally realized that everything was going to be ok, that feeling of relief.  Remember how the tears of joy felt as they streamed down your face, that surge of energy that made you literally jump up and say, “GOD I THANK YOU!”  That testimony that you have when you tell others, “I’ve always believed in God, but when He stepped in and did that, I knew there was no going back!”  You lifted up holy hands, you danced, and sung songs of praise to the most High God.  You wanted to scream from the mountaintops that, “Jesus is Lord!”

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I just wanted to remind you that if He did it before, He will do it again!!  No matter how big, no matter how small, no matter if there’s anything wrong at all, we should get up a give heartful shout of praise to God.  Especially, in the happier times of our lives, when everything is falling into place and doors of opportunity are opening all around us; Give Thanks!  Have your own sessions of praise and worship with Jesus.  And especially in the times of sorrow and defeat, God is able, trust in Him not the situation.

Thoughtful Thursdays, thinking back to those times when you recognized that you serve an awesome God!

This Thursday’s Think On it verse comes from Isaiah 40:31, “But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength: they shall mount up with wings as eagles: They shall run, and not be weary: and they shall walk, and not faint.”