James Brown

My beautiful black women take some time to relax, close your
eyes, and let my words rub your backs until your notions come to a
climax from the sensual stimulation in your spin.
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Separates, deactivates, and even contaminates the hearts of many, that imperceptible fungus that grows in-between the space of two hearts.
Hugs become premeditated shoves, kisses are now flying missiles aimed at infiltrators and your looked at as the collaborator on the same side from where the missiles launch, knowing that at one time your hearts were locked.
Talks fall like quarters into a jukebox playing a different song, none of a happy home are soft words on the telephone.
This predator stalks the weak and the strong inside and outside your
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The White House Is Still White, Hmm! , really, must be a figment or someones migration working on their concentration, collaboration of devastation trying to be an infiltrator of motivation.
Why has racial discrimination become so tenement in the white house?
A man and the people behind him made a dream reality, Martin Luther King Jr said it better one day and that day, when President Obama moved into the white house.
The white house is still white so why fight people there are enough wars going on around the world, let President Obama do his job, he cannot appease all he has to regulate one thing at a time.
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My brethren we are fighting to
put a muzzle on the voices of all
Oppressors.
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Who am I…. that brown face man…. who am I…. that
brown face man whom does not have to lounge in that sand to tan.

There is a woman standing so grand, her man truly does not…. understand why she calls me her brown face man.
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When our mothers die we cry and cry, something in us die for you know not why our mothers have to die, all alone with no mother in our home.

Tear, after tear when our mothers died our feelings change for there is no mother so we feel that fear as if we can’t go any further because there is no one like our mother, that mothers love that remains in our brain.
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Lost and lethargic after the argument that brought no compromise, only false words of rectification….more lies.

No understanding of request…. others observe spreading of un-glorifiable disarray.
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Love can be like a cancer eating away your heart outside in and making you bend at your knees cutting off your breeze teasing and sometimes never pleasing leaving you without reason.
Love can make you go to war never winning the battle of lustful, distrustful meaning of why love sinks a knife into your heart ripping it apart.
Love can become a straight jacket binding your heart to one that will never feel the realness or that fabrication of true minds that want to share a space with another and not debate their love certification. Love takes control and you lose control of self and give into the emotional notion, blind you cannot see for love has become your Seeing Eye dog leading you around when that other part is nowhere to be found.
Love deformation, defamation of one’s character, cracking your smile, making your eyes leak, leavening you weak.
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Gratitude, attitude, and perception of love adds up to multitudes of presumptions from man are woman, there is only one love that is oh so true and that’s Gods love, love thy self that’s the real love.
Lies multiply mortifying and not justifying for the ones that qualify and truly live by the word of God.

You only offend as you pretend to be saved, trying to make other feel they are dammed, you should really be ashamed and stop passing your blame.
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Travesties of war don’t come from the men and women that are dug into the holes of other lands trying to maintain their sanity fighting for a way of humanity.

The gravity of ill repute make soldiers refute the way our enemies tactics of fighting war and so more our fellow man that doesn’t stand be hide his countrymen fighting in foreign lands, do you not understand we are in Iraq and Afghanistan to protect our homeland.
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