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"Cry Me Freedom" Beautiful faces wrecked with pain.... The pain of being stripped of the pride that carries the head high..... The pain that weakens the once strong voice that would shout across the land for this I stand.....The pain that closes the bright eyes that were open wide...... The same eyes to witness evil lurking behind sheets and fire riding through quiet streets....The same eyes to view men, women, boys, and girls stripped of the right to live free...... The pain stretches beyond the limits of what the eye can see, moving the soul in places deep.... Rising frustration now screaming this word from city roof tops and open roads through valleys with no paved streets "Freedom" Tears now flowing in bitter relief, as the caged emotion is allowed release...... Slowly the once broken spirit captures a new breath of life..... The back once bowed in misery, now upright as...
  1.   Monday, 20 January 2014
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"Love, Color Me Free"If I were an artist and all the colors of the rainbow were arranged on my pallet, there still would not be enough shades to paint the beauty within you....The beautiful variations of red when passion reaches beyond surface limitations....The amazing deep plums when our romantic rendezvous flow into the soft silky happiness of two becoming one.....The shades of pink when our words become the vision of all the love we feel....The joyful shades of yellow when our conversation sparks the energy guiding our lips to form into the most loving smile.....These beautiful colors now painting a romantic destiny as sweet whispers from the heart echo "Love, Color Me Free" An echo once more, Love Color Me Free from the pain of past words spoken and all the enchanting promises broken....Color Me Free to absorb the delightfully brilliant shades of all the beauty captured within you then be...
  1.   Wednesday, 20 February 2013
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Quiet the voice of the hurtful...Hide those sounds of words that hurt with or without determined purpose....Silence those painful words that leave emotional scars for years to come....Scars that mold the steps that will be taken or missed in this life journey....Scars that create the personality of the spirit raising and molding the future....Quiet the sounds of the hatred generating fear and contemplating schemes to demean and destroy....Silence the voices of all that make us weak and afraid to hold up the dreams we dare dream....Silence the sound of the mean spirits who gain pleasure from growing a generation filled with pain....And when you have allowed these evil sounds to go silent, in the middle of the quiet allow inspiration to grace the ears of the broken with hope....Now inspired, the once broken should fill that quiet with words to encourage....Encourage us one to another that we will never be broken...
  1.   Tuesday, 12 February 2013
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Can you hear the voices of the young people shouting out? Yelling, screaming "where is my way out?" In these, the days of no time, there is not a lot for them to do so they turn to crime....Making games of terror and strife, hurts upon hurt with the grand prize of taking a life....It is sad to see the state we are in, when life so precious has been ended before having time to begin....These young lives being thrown away, with the final question "what is the cost today"....The voices are getting louder, hear them begin to roar....These voices filled with rage bringing saddened mothers to the floor in pain....Another daughter lost to the street another son trapped in crime, all this the loss of the beautiful mind....The pain is deep and the sorrow spreading wider, It is past time to listen to these voices holler...BySabrina DanielsOctober 5, 2009
  1.   Tuesday, 12 February 2013
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Rise like the Phoenix from the burning flames!Rise like the mountain tops reaching for the sky!Though a few may wish in envy for your fail, the voices of many scream you prevail!In this world where nothing is perfect or truly guaranteed, street soldiers die over material greed....It is time for you to rise like the queen or king you were born to be....Rise above the drama of things that should not matter, above the games and mindless chatter....Rise above the lies and foolish things, holding your honor like true queens or kings....Rise in knowledge, grow in wisdom, maintain your faith never forgetting to pray....Stand strong holding your head high, never looking back it is your time to Rise!.... BySabrina DanielsOctober 17, 2009
  1.   Thursday, 07 February 2013
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