Proud to be an American

Today is one of the best days of my life. I was not in DC but that's ok.....ive spent summers and plenty of time in that city (and I'm from MD so I've had my share of dc). I am just proud to be an American. I am honored to be in this country. I am honored to be alive to have this man be MY president.

The swearing in....the parade....the balls. THAT DANCE. Barack and Michelle's first dance as the President and First Lady was a dream to watch. As beyonce sang...just feet from the first couple I was filled with emotion....filled with encouragement.

This has been one of the best days of my life. I spent it with good friends and I watched a miracle occur. I am so proud of my country. I am so proud of my country. This is beyond inspiration....this is hope.

~The Young Lady

What it really means

This moment is not just for me, this moment is for the enslaved woman in the 17th centry America. She lay there on her back staring at the stars. Its cold and wet outside but she rather lay outside on the soft soil than the hard wood of the shack where the others are. As she stares at that sky she wonders about her son and whether he is ok. She wonders where he is. She wonders if he is alive. She wonders if he is thinking of her. The enslaved woman longs for her husband who was ripped from her arms a few weeks before. Who was he sold to? Is he dead? All the woman can do it wonder. All she can do is pray. So she prays. She prayed to God, "God please keep my family, my son and my dear husband. Their skin is black and their hearts are strong. Please keep them. One day God, my child won't have to be afraid. My son will walk free. My husband will walk with his head facing the sky. Please God keep my people. The master and his family will one day bow down to my people on THIS soil. Amen" She prayed that prayer for you and me.

This moment. January 20th, 2009 is for that woman. I am experiencing this for her. I will never forget that. I can never take that for granted. I, myself, was not there for the struggle. But I can sit here today and say I am proud to be an African American woman. I am proud of my heritage and the strength that my anscestors had. My blood is rich and full of life because of those who sacrificed and died. I was not there for the struggle but the electricity of joy, excitement and pride shoot through my body just the same. They are with me, the people who came before me are here with me and living through me. They too are smiling today. They too are rejoicing for this marvelous occassion. The United States of America now has a Black President. I love my brown skin and I love this country. Thank you God for Barack Obama.

~The Young Lady

Letting Go

Letting go is a decision that you must make. Between you and God it's a give and take. Its your choice to make peace with destiny and fate. Its up to God.... for in his hand he takes you and your faith... Small as a seed....small as a grain of sand.....Precious little understanding on our eternal needs beyond this land. We hold this ignorance and we carry this hope. The goal is to let go on a good and blessed note. Letting go is a decsion that you must make. Between you and God its a give and take. Ultimately the help comes from above. Your little efforts are overshadowed by his mercy and love. Please let it go and this you cannot fake. Because from you...your blessings he can and will take.

~The Young Lady

The Obama Express

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICHELLE OBAMA: My first Lady :-) A strong black woman and a great mother and wife.



I've been GLUED to CNN ALLLL day long and I probably will be all day. Wolf, Anderson, Soledad, Josh, Roland...have been outside all day lol...and I've been right there with them. I'm a CNN freak.

I wish I was home right now...Baltimore...DC....Maryland in general. Obama has been on the 'Obama Express' all day. He started in Philly...Wilmington...then BALTIMORE and finally DC. Growing up so close to DC its weird seeing everyone around the country migrating to the city...especially since its in the teens in Maryland. Baltimore, Maryland is my home and as I watch the crowd there in Baltimore waiting for Obama to pull up on his train I soooo wish i was there. BUT im here in Atl at school. I'm too broke to go bacl home for the Inauguration. SO for now i shall sit here and watch Wolf...Anderson...Josh....Soledad...and Roland.

~The Young Lady

To You From Me

I don't know how to express what I'm trying to say. Is it accepted, is it ok? If I express this will there be away? Is this wrong or is this right? I won't let it go without a fight. But I will because its on my chest. I must say... once I speak it you might just walk away. Return my texts? Is what you won't do. Answer the phone when I call? I doubt that too. Speaking the truth doesn't always bring happiness. Speaking the truth can often bring you lonely-ness. I am brave enough to say it. I am brave enough to face it. I figure I'd say this while you still have breath. Who knows how long we have here, who knows how much time we have left? So brace yourself for impact...make sure your seatbelt in secure and intact. Because the truth is that.....I like you a lot and I hope you like me back.

~The Young Lady

Goodbye to Writer's Block

A new but good friend has inspired me to write poetry again. I used to write in high school but recently I've been re-inspired to write. I thank him for that.



You speak blasphamy and then you ask me to cut you some slack. But in spite of yourself you continue talking smack. My mental overcomes the sentimental. My intuition creates and enables destiny to come into fruition. If I have ever confused abused or misused you in anyway please forgive me and my dismay. You speak but I don't hear you and you talk to the wall. I must never know everything because the weight of it will make my world fall. You speak blasphamy an you ask me to cut you some slack. Please stop and just take it all back.

~The Young Lady

Another Boondocks Moment

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