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Rise!

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!....   By Sabrina Daniels October 17, 2009
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Mahogany Keys: The Complex Image of the African American Man.(4) The Black Man as an Artist and Promoter of Literacy


Interview with Anthony Pathfinder – Author, proofreader, poet, reviewer and contributing writer for the Urban Book Source The image of the aggressive-looking African American male, who cannot spell his name, has a limited vocabulary and has trouble keeping a job has become -- sadly! – common in the media. However, there isn’t too much said about those who not only speak proper English, but are committed servants of the written word, being an inspiration for us all. I must say that finding a successful African American author was not hard at all. Making the decision as to who would be my first guest was difficult, because there are many talented writers out there. I met Anthony Pathfinder over a year ago while working on a radio show project with Author Monica Brinkman. I was pleasantly surprised by his honesty and openness on various issues. I knew right away that I would...
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PAiNTING POEM: THE WOMAN IN GLOVES by SALVATORE BUTTACI


THE WOMAN IN GLOVES (LA FEMME AUX GANTS) by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec (1891)   What is going through the mind of the woman in gloves? What is she thinking about the man she loved, the man who abandoned her?  THE WOMAN IN GLOVES I have not  blinked an eyesince his train left Paris!Outside the compartment windowthis moment finds him, I'm sure,staring, too:the white stone farm housesand the rows of trees rushingbackwards in pale-green blursas if pulled back by time's cruel handor by the hand of a sulking childwho takes his toys away and goes home. The simile does him justice.Still another simile comes to mind:Jacques the spoiled child;Jacques the unforgettable melodynagging at my memory. But then it pains me to admitamong the playthings he's taken with himare velvet-soft pieces of my heart,summer sighs, my promises,the gifts I gave him on love afternoons,all those dreams. In the garden now it is rainingas though what is left of mecries out...
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